|Am I a master typist without brains?|
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
Especially for now, your topic strains
This form of verse is hard to write with grace.
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
So here I have a canned default for thee
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe.
But that you type in my website as shown
My thanks to you to play with me today
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry,
My passion here you see is cranking glee!