|Are network scenes so vast? They burn and pop!|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
My passion here you see is cranking glee
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry.
Oh but Levenshtein, your magic does haze
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
For what you type in my website as shown.
The basic fact is easily clear for all,
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall!