Limericks

There once was a spreadsheet so neat,

With columns and rows all complete.

But one space snuck in,

And committed a sin—

Now nothing and everything meet.

My wife made her artwork with flair,

And vision and color and care.

But I sit at my screen,

In a spreadsheet routine,

Praying stray spaces aren't there.

Dear AI, so clever and bright,

Please make my spreadsheet go right.

When a space goes astray,

Just help save the day,

Remove it, and save me the fight!