|It’s tense inventing here, so will I miss?|
So here I have a canned default for thee
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!.
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
But when my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
The basic fact is easily clear for all
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown,
For what you type in my website as shown!