|Can it be that your spelling drives my daze?|
I poise them quickly, making poets wince
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze
These scrambled lines donâ€™t hide my ignorance.
My patience long, so wait for me to be!
Oh man, thatâ€™s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
To read, then write and be for all to see!
Iâ€™ll pledge some verse humanity canâ€™t bare.
But I will bore you now, just wait and find
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
Iâ€™m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or Iâ€™ll lose face!