|Oh is that a thick phrase, so odd, so rare?|
For what you type in my website as shown
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
Yet working hard on other types of rhyme
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time
This early version here my scripts expose.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops,
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops!