|Can pointless thoughts, my words, then grate, and grind?|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
So I will bore you now, just wait and find
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
This early version here my scripts expose
The valence type gives just intensity
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
But no! Don't ask me now for verse on this
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops,
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops!