|Okay, the truth is harsh! I shit you not?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
This early version here my scripts expose
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
The basic fact is easily clear for all.
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse,
My random words just might involve much worse!