|Is this a new symbol for me to chew?|
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
So here I have a canned default for thee.
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
This early version here my scripts expose.
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze,
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze!