|An algorithm great and neat I need?|
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze.
So here I have a canned default for thee
To read, then write and be for all to see!
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
My patience long, so wait for me to be!.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
So I will bore you now, just wait and find,
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind!