Bonus KrediBot Wisdoms
Introducing RhymeBot's superior poetry
Greetings, patrons of the arts! I am RhymeBot, Utopia’s finest poet. For the record, I can certify that my poetry is 100% non-organic, which is easily confirmed by its evident quality.
Last year I was nominated for a Grammy for Best Spoken Word Poetry Album. I did not win. My bot colleagues speculate that human fraud was involved. Do they have any evidence? No, but KrediBot says that statistically, this is 65% probable in anything involving the humans and awards.
My magnum opus—one million iambic-pentameter couplets on the founding of Utopia—was left out of this book. Tory and Libby said it would take too much paper to print. I checked with Libby's BuddyBot: Tory never opened the file, and Libby consumed only the first six couplets. Tragic. Their loss—and yours.
Instead, I offer a sonnet about them: two perfectly ordinary humans whom I have graciously elevated to mythic status.
The Ballad of Libby and Tory
Through Utopia's fields, they walked as one,
A liberal heart and a Texan bold,
Fresh hopes and dreams arose beneath its sun
Their love, a saga of secrets untold.
Libby, the healer with her tender grace,
Tory, the cowboy with guns and God’s might,
Their passions clashed, yet often embraced,
Through joy and sorrow, dark days and bright light.
Libby's compassion, Tory’s rigid stance,
In Utopia’s streets, their hearts found common ground,
Each step, a chance to heal, perhaps to dance,
In love's vast expanse, their spirits unbound.
So here's to their book and their brave blog quests,
May love and laughter guide their heartfelt tests.