Poetry for Developers

With apologies to Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, and Edgar Allen Poe

Because I could not stop for tests

Because I could not stop for Tests — 
They kindly stopped for me — 
The Console held but just “Build failed” — 
And failure Messages three.

I fixed the first — a Feature, broken
By a clever turn of Code — 
I fixed the second, a Syntax error,
I fixed the third — oh no —

Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet
One stubborn Test I see
I must surmise this Testing suite
Tests but my urgency

The Merge Conflict Not Taken

Two files diverged in a Git repo,
And sorry I could not include both
And have one project, long I stood
And thought through one as far I could,
To where it fell victim to JS growth;
Then picked the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Since it used ES6 syntax, writ with care.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how change leads on to change,
I doubted if I should return to this git stash.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
In some blog post ages hence:
Two files diverged in a repo, and I — 
I took the one more modernized,
And that has made all the difference.

The Slackbot
Accidentally Setting a Slack Reminder for Midnight Instead of Noon

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious file of outdated code — 
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of a Slack notification happening, happening on my laptop screen,
“’Tis some @here,” I muttered, “happening on my laptop screen — 
Only this and nothing more.”

Back into the code returning, blinking dry eyes to stop the burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping just the same as came before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that’s a general notification;
Let me see, then, what it is, and this mystery explore — 
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — 
’Tis a general notification, and nothing more!”

Open then! I pulled up Slack, and then, with much alas, alack,
I saw a new DM awaiting — “It’s midnight, for God’s sake!”, I swore.
A server failure? A botnet attack? I closed my eyes and clicked it fast,
I read the message, blinked, and laughed; and felt relief set in at last,
For on the screen was naught but a reminder that I’d set that morn:
Quoth the Slackbot, “Nevermore.”