|What phrase, what word, what blurb, am I now thrown?|
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
For what you type in my website as shown
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
I pass my life to make more time to write
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
In finding just the verse for your delight
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But vary now the fact, I’m just a bot
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
Okay, the truth is harsh, I kid you not
This early version here my scripts expose.
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break,
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make!