|Can this, my system, see ol’ Bill or stall?|
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse
The basic fact is easily clear for all
My random words just might involve much worse.
I sort them quickly, making poets wince
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
But how it seems I need a gig or two
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
A query finds and I do write for you
So type a new concept for me to chew.
My system graph is vast! It burns and pops,
Computer crafted prose, it never stops!