Horrible Poems by Trurl's Electronic Bard
Trurl made a machine that wrote poetry. He invited
Klapaucius over to witness its first trial
run, and these are the first three poems it composed, all quite horrible.
This is the Electronic Bard's first poem:
Pev't o' tay merlong gumin gots,
This is its next poem:
Untle yun furly pazzen ye,
Confre an' ayzor, ayzor ots,
Bither de furloss bochre blee!
Mockles! Fent on silpen tree,
And its third, unfinished poem:
Blockards three a-feening,
Mockles, what silps came to thee
In thy pantry dreaming?
Oft, in that wickless chalet all begorn,
From Cyberiad, by Stanislaw
Where whilom soughed the mossy sappertort
And you were wont to bong --