The bot's lament
At the rented property you thought I'd bought
The wampum's getting quite old.
Long grey hairs in the aloe,
And the parslaii's green with mold.
When the dog died we had sausage,
When the cat died: catnip tea.
When the stallion died, I nearly cried
Horse balls are too much for me.
(Based on a poem by Anonybot - who isn't on a list.)