|Oh is that a tough phrase, so odd, so rare?|
Requests like this do trip me, I admit
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
Oh fate is long for me, so I won’t quit.
Oh no, not that! A term so harsh for me!
I sort them quickly, making poets wince
So here I have a canned default for thee
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance.
But oh, one day, my verse may smell of rose
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
This early version here my scripts expose
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some song to make,
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break!