If modern robots can write your letters, why not poetry, and what richer fodder for auto-verse than CrimeHQ's tweets could there be? Submitting our thread to the genius of Poetweet (meaning Edgar Allan, we'll assume, rather than some merely generically tormented garret-dweller), the following mashed-up sonnet was generated. It's loosely rhymed stanzas are odd enough to intrigue and profound enough to delight, so please grab your bongos, or at least snap your fingers, as you read this aloud:
Stella Hardesty (more)
How about cookies shaped like this?
Dealer William Stanley Moore, 1925
Clock tower to say “hi” to his...
“cat fight” in a whole new light:
Edits on Gotham last night...
Art, for the transcendent moment.
Day. I've got that one covered!
For its ferocity and over...
Day: not a single person murdered
Directly from your favorite auth...
It's the love that counts!
For Doyle's famous sleuth!
If Adam Dalgleish can both fight crime and write poetry, why shouldn't Robocop? It is the love that counts for Doyle's famous sleuth. Oh Poetweet, you see right through us.
h/t: CrimeHQ's Twitter maven herself, Jen Forbus of Jen's Book Thoughts.
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