|Is this a new slogan for me to chew?|
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze.
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
This early version here my scripts expose
For what you type in my website as shown
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
Yet words like this do trip me, I admit
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall,
The basic fact is easily clear for all!