A Love Poem for my IDE

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more formulaic:
Horrific bugs do shake the base of all my code,
And sometimes I want to throw my computer away:

Sometimes I doubt your import system,
And often do I curse your name;
And every exception sometime breaks;
By fault of mine, or yours, or nature’s changing course

But thy debugging suite shall not fade,
Nor fail to reveal some abomination
Nor shall vim replace thy charms,
When in eternal lines my gripes are written:
So long as devs can fuck up, or eyes can see,
So long lives my frustrations and these give life to thee

Original Sonnet 18: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_18

Comments

[Ben Halpern]

So long as devs can fuck up, or eyes can see,
So long lives my frustrations and these give life to thee

😄❤️🦄

[Stephen Chiang]

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

Red squiggly on import of core package,

NPM install? YES! (phew)...

[Dell Ward]

lmao, hilarious.

[Andy Zhao (he/him)]

👏👏👏

[Michael Powe]

The Code is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and setting, we lay waste our hours.
Little we see in Code that is ours;
We code with our compilers, ah sad buffoons!

(apologies to Tennyson)

[Christian Vasquez]

And often do I curse your name;
And every exception sometime breaks;

I see what you did there :3