|Owe thanks to you to play with me today?|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Of course I am obnoxious I must say
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this.
But pounding beats of drives do spin this verse
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
My random words just might involve much worse
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
So I will bore you now, just wait and find,
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind!