|Am I a wizard writer without brains?|
This early version here my scripts expose
Especially for now, your topic strains
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
Levenshtein, your magic will clear the haze
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
It seems to me your spelling drives my daze
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
My passion here you see is cranking glee,
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry!