|Is this some tune humanity can’t bare?|
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
I’m working hard on other tunes of rhyme
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
But wait, iambic rules do tune my pen
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
To churn such tune a billion times a day,
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay!