|Can meter sings, but lack some content speed?|
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops
An algorithm tight and neat I need
Computer crafted prose, it never stops.
Iambic verse has rules and guides my pen
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
But drivel nags as much as words are dear
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear
For what you type in my website as shown.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!