|Requests like this do zone! Do I admit?|
My thanks to you to play with me today
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
But graphs and nodes and lines and zones are free
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore
The valence type gives just intensity
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore.
I’m trapped inside a zone of wires and tin,
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin!