haiku for the dumped
we were together
making out like squirrels do
now she's run over
one haiku to rule them all
one ring to bind them
one ring to kick all the butts
can't see me now fool
haiku of the page load
unthinkable (by Ben)
how can she resist
O Grand Omnibearded One
without whom we're not
quote of the page load
The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff.
- Frederick P. Brooks, Jr., The Mythical Man-Month