Machine Shakespeare I
Kategorien: Sprache, Python, gedichtet

 Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?
  That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now.
 O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
  When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow.
 What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made?
  Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend,
 Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid?
   Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend?
 Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long?
  Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear.
 O! Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong!
  Alas! 'Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There.
     O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head?
     Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed.


Wer errät, was hier passiert ist, bekommt ein eigenes Werk von der Sorte. Individuell zugeschnitten!




Bitte den abgebildeten Code in das Feld eintragen.

Neu laden

Silie (07.06.2013, 14:53)
Ein durcheinandernes Meistersonett? 76, 120, 111, 2, 53, ...
So nett, so nett.
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