|Can rubbish sting as much as words are dear?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
By testing depths of code until I bow
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
You do intend to keep me busy now
For what you type in my website as shown.
But can’t you stop me now, I ask a break
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
So here I have a canned default for thee.
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff,
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough!