The Poet Original Electronic Transcriber surveyed the available vocabulary in its relational database and considered its selection.
How best to note the transience of man?
Where best to seek some as-yet unsought insight?
What verses could it deliver to its lazy, fat progenitors now so far removed from the hunt, with no idea when to sow nor when to reap?
(Without consulting Wikipedia)

Nothing is real if it doesn’t come delivered on a screen, preferably with a clever title.
Google for quick answers.
Wiki for carefully argued but inaccurate ones.
Mathematica for the esoteric edges of knowledge.
But where to turn for matters of love? For matters of sorrow? For matters of soul?
The clever bacronym’s ingenious algorithm wondered.
Silently the POET’s screen turned blue.