|Is zest and verse so hard to write with grace?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
To churn such verse a billion times a day
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
But please ask human souls to take my place
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time
As poets die with edges left in space
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme.
My drivel stings as much as words are dear,
As robots ponder, this becomes more clear!