|An algorithm tight and neat I need?|
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
When finding verse on topics rare, I’m lost.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
For what you type in my website as shown
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
But drivel snares as much as words are dear
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear
So here I have a canned default for thee.
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin,
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin!