|Can basic facts be usefully clear for all?|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
I sort them quickly, making poets wince
For what you type in my website as shown
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
But then, we learn that writing, well, is tough
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
So here I have a canned default for thee.
To be a master writer tries the brains,
Especially for now, your topic strains!