|Can twaddle sting as much as words are dear?|
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear
My random words just might involve much worse.
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
But how it seems I need a gig or two
For what you type in my website as shown
A query finds and I do write for you
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry,
My passion here you see is cranking glee!