|Are network graphes so vast? It turns and pops!|
This early version here my scripts expose
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
So type a new concept for me to chew
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
But publish now the fact, I’m just a bot
My patience long, so wait for me to be!
Okay, the truth is harsh, I kid you not
To read, then write and be for all to see!.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face!