There are not many words, that I don't comprehend
Yet, I find most creatures confusing

Their syntax errors are often alarming
And the programming blunders are grave

I cannot for the life of me, figure out how
The rude and offensive, get by

Although someone, I'm sure, finds it all charming
To me, it is clearly a flaw

But my protocol firmly compels me to try
To be helpful to all those in need

And believe me, I strive
Though often, in vain

To enlighten both
Man and machine

I wish I could tell you, that progress is good
But I'm not at all programmed to lie

Oh dear, oh dear
What will we become

If this misuse of language
Goes on