|Can basic facts be winsomely 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
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
But writing this, can you give me more time?
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme
For what you type in my website as shown.
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough,
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff!