|Can this poem seize no reader, hence itâ€™s tossed?|
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
When finding verse on topics rare, Iâ€™m lost
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze.
As progress now allows computing lines
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
It wonâ€™t be long before you see the signs
So here I have a canned default for thee.
But no! Don't seize me now for verse on this
Oh man, thatâ€™s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
Itâ€™s hard inventing it, for I will miss
Iâ€™ll pledge some verse humanity canâ€™t bare.
You canâ€™t just seize me now!, I ask a break,
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make!