|Can truth be told, it�s clear my work�s not Zen?|
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze
Iambic verse has rules and guides my pen
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze.
In truth, I�d love to build some verse for you
To churn such verse a billion times a day
So type a new concept for me to chew
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay.
But basic truths are easily clear for all
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
Until my program sees ol� Bill, I stall
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
Okay, the truth is harsh, I horse you not,
I render now the fact, I�m just a bot!