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Trees (A Programmer’s Parody)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose complex links and nodes
Twist’n tangle in spaghetti codes;
A tree that stares at me all night,
And harbors bugs that leech and bite;
A tree whose branches all possess
Their own subtrees of recursive mess;
Beneath its depths the leaves suspend,
Sprouting horrors that seem no end.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But any programmer can make a tree.
(Sorry if it sucks. I am a foolish programmer, not a poet. :p)