|Owe thanks to you to play with me today?|
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
Of course I am obnoxious I must say
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin.
But plant a new concept for me to chew
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time,
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme!