Clippy (Spenserian Sonnet Style)

Clippy was my dearest friend

As I worked upon my book

He always had advice to send

As I wrote my gobbledygook

 

Every day I would see him look

As the words would begin to flow

He would always give his outlook

On how my formatting should go

 

But then one day he wanted to show

A way to format the entire thing

He had me select my manifesto

All with one gigantic swing

 

I blame my friend Clippy, and not the hard booze

For now there was nothing left of my dance with my muse

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/db/Clippy-letter.PNG

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