|Can't I just shelve this now? I ask a break!|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
The valence type gives just intensity
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin.
As progress now allows computing lines,
It won’t be long before you see the signs!