|Do I so bore you now? Just dwell and find!|
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze.
The basic fact is easily clear for all
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
So type a new concept for me to chew.
But please ask human souls to take my place
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss
As poets die with edges left in space
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this.
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough,
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff!