|It’s tough inventing here, so can I miss?|
My passion here you see is cranking glee
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this
Tough luck!, I cannot rhyme your strange entry.
In life, you learn that writing, well, is tough
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
This early version here my scripts expose.
But forms of verse are tough to write with grace
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
Ah man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare,
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare!