| An example of a poem written by this program: Up bow, down bow, long bow, short
I then pull out the bottle's cork
And sipping on the next heavenly Port
I don't make a mess, don't wanna look like a dork Up bow, down bow, two, three, four
blossoming out upward from the snow
And I said you were un poco,
decapitate decaffinate expresso Up bow, down bow, German, French
'Twas my last mistake-my death cycle.
My eyes are burning from the stench
I should not have laughed at that guy named "Michael" | |