|Can I find verse on issues rare? I’m lost!|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
This early version here my scripts expose
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
Oh but Levenshtein, your magic does haze
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
As poets die with issues left in space,
You might ask human souls should I replace!