Programming's the thing to do.
A millionaire by twenty-two.
I'll write the next great cellphone app
In a fancy house, get rich and fat.
A new PC took all my dough.
It's also great for games, you know.
Now I got to learn me C.
Good thing the compiler's free.
Computer languages are hell.
Spellcheckers don't work so well
If C you wish to understand
Read "Alice in Wonderland."
Work all night, and half the day.
It still ain't working anyway.
Debugging code is such a hack.
Take one out, and two come back.
I finally got it finished off,
And sent it out to Microsoft.
Somehow my calls just don't get through.
Don't call us, boy; we'll call you.
When I thought all hope was gone,
I sold my app on Amazon.
I bought me a great big Cadillac,
But the finance company took it back.
Computer coding's here to stay,
In spite of anything I say.
I'll move back home and be a bum,
And sing in bars like Simom Krum.
This poem was inspired by my (futile) attempts to master the C programming language. PS: Simon Krum was a country singer whose act was to impersonate other famous singers.
Lee A. Hart
A poem by Lee A. Hart, © 1984-2019 by Lee A. Hart. Created 3/6/2012. Last updated 3/2/2019.
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