|Oh please, dear soul, you tease some verse to make?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
My drivel stings as much as words are dear
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
But teasers find and I do write for you
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
It seems that I can use a gig or two
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
You might tease human souls should I replace,
As poets die with edges left in space!