THE POETRY MACHINE
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THE POETRY MACHINE
Pray, have you ever heard about— Or have you ever seen That Pearl of Ingenuity— A Poetry Machine? The wonderous thing is fashioned With most exquisite skill; Designed precisely to obey The operator's will.
When touched by "Muse's" magic wand The thought-waves throb and spout; Then, by the turning of the crank It grinds the verses out.—The sweet, poetic stanzas Of equal length will be; Then, clipping off the ragged lines It makes a poem.—See?
And 'tis an elegant thing to have When you're "down in luck" you think—(And the only cost is a trivial sum Of some of your mental chink.)
