|Do robots ponder? This becomes more clear?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
My drivel stings as much as words are dear
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
But please ask human souls to take my place
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
As poets die with edges left in space
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall,
The basic fact is easily clear for all!