|Okay, the truth is harsh! I rag you not?|
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze.
So type 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.
But pounding beats of drives do spin this verse
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
My random words just might involve much worse
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time,
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme!