The Passionate Coder to his Bullpen Co-Worker
Come code with me and be my bug,
and we will all the glitches proof,
That errors, deadend loops and goofs,
And awful blunders find and poof.
And we will sit in dirty socks,
Espy CEOS who carp and mock
By shallow snippets which gently rise
To sing among the coding blocks.
And I will make thee lines of codage
And a thousand errors bloatage,
With a cap of a hundred overtime hours,
And a girdle embroidered with
untold strings of typo'ed spaghetti code.
A clown made of the finest ifs and end ifs,
Which from our pretty brains we pull,
Fair lined solutions for any random bold
request,
with suckling pigs of purest code.
A belly of raw and streaming strings,
With variable flips and somber flaws;
And if these codings may thee move,
Come code with me, and be in my bull pen.
The coding swains shall write and ping,
For thy amusement this 2020 spring;
If these amuse thy mind enough,
Then code with me, and be my luv.
Anonymous Coder
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