|Does coding spew it forth and makes you snore?|
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
So I will bore you now, just wait and find
This early version here my scripts expose.
But phrases, and words, and blurbs, it’s clear I’m thrown
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
For what you type in my website as shown
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
As progress now allows computing lines,
It won’t be long before you see the signs!