|Can basic facts be winningly clear for all?|
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
In finding just the verse for your delight
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
I pass my life to make more time to write
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
But queries find and I do write for you
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
It seems that I can use a gig or two
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
To be a winning writer tries the brains,
Especially for now, your topic strains!