|It seems that I can use a gig or two?|
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
A query finds and I do write for you
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
My passion here you see is cranking glee
So I will bore you now, just wait and find
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry.
Yet meter sings, but lacks some content speed
My random words just might involve much worse
An algorithm tight and neat I need
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face!