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.