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
bowl
pins stick out their tongues
heavy ball to throw so far
glide glide glide hop shoot
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