|Is this some verse mortality can’t bare?|
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
This form of verse is hard to write with grace.
I pass my life to make more time to write
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
In finding just the verse for your delight
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
But being master writer tries the brains
For what you type in my website as shown
Especially for now, your topic strains
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
As poets die with edges left in space,
You might ask human souls should I replace!