iambic pentameter
I type some shite when unsure what to write.
The box atop the stairs stopped shaking when
The cat jumped out and landed on my face.
A robot knows the path to happiness,
But—what a shame—it doesn’t comprehend.
Pianos, banjos, English horns, and flutes
All sound the same to busy men in suits.
A snowman with a scarf, a hat, and arms
Won’t go too far without a leg or two.
Good afternoon from Mars, the rover says.
It’s getting kinda lonely over here.
