Incidentally for machines
A Shakespearean Love Sonnet to Functional Programming
To put one’s thinking into words isn’t tough.
While thoughts unwieldy, words are quite complex.
A thought in prose is just about as rough
As in the noodly mess above our necks.
Yet every word of-a sonnet’s perfectly planned
And none forsaken for its synonym.
Thus its own writer can’t misunderstand,
As-a coder knows an algorithm he’s written.
Dear Scheme doth send my head recursing round
To clarify my own quite messy views.
A Erlanger’s blessed with self-understanding,
The side effect even imperatives can’t do.
We all know scripting in Haskell’s perverse,
But then, no poet emails in blank verse.