| 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" | |