|May temper long, so wait for me to be?|
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
To read, then write and be for all to see!
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
I look to Bill for rules or Iâ€™ll lose face
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
But please ask human souls to take my place
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
As poets die with edges left in space
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
The valence type gives just intensity,
A graph and edge and node and scores are free!