|Oh is that a rich phrase, so odd, so rare?|
My thanks to you to play with me today
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But here I have a canned default for thee
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
This early version here my scripts expose.
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time,
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme!