|It’s rough inventing here, so can I miss?|
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this
For what you type in my website as shown.
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your rough entry
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
My passion here you see is cranking glee
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But no, not that! A term so rough for me!
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
So here I have a canned default for thee
This early version here my scripts expose.
This form of verse is rough to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face!