|I’m working hard on other acts of rhyme?|
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time
To churn such verse a billion times a day.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
Oh but Levenshtein, your magic does haze
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin.
As progress now allows computing lines,
It won’t be long before you see the signs!