Anyone else may wonder why we've gone out of our way to generate auto poetry like this:
See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, friend do you
Wonder why the genet ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel slithery.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your offddddog facial growth
That looks like
What's more, it knows
Your clart potting shed
Smells of grass.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm my cats.