|Is passion here you see a cranking glee?|
I blaze them quickly, making poets wince
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance.
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But blaze a new concept for me to chew
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
This early version here my scripts expose.
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown,
For what you type in my website as shown!