The Sunday Poem: The Age of the Computer Poem

Apple isn’t very good at limericks. I mean, are “pirate” and “great” supposed to rhyme?
Yeesh.

The Age of the Computer Poem

It began when Apple let loose
With their copyright-defending Truth(tm):

Embedding bad rhymes within coding,
Chmodding the zeitgeist, foreboding,
And opening heretofore shut doors
That scare deep in multicores:
Whe’er pentameter’s big or little endian,
And runs on platforms Intellian…
Where emulators handle sestinas
Composed on Javascript machine-as
And sonnets are source if Petrarchan
But GIGO rhymed with ABABCDCDEFEFGG markin’s.

This was all merely the very first move;
Dell trumped them with their try to prove
They were better at poetic pennings
With ads shaped as Old English kennings.
Furor over rewording of “IM” erupted
As Utah felt youths were being corrupted.
IBM made their market share worse
Writing manuals in rigid blank verse,
And little market acceptance
Went to Linux encoded as jazz dance.

Soon no code could be written sans zeugmas.
MSCE’s were swapped for what truth was
Formerly useless higher-ed vellum,
A certification quite antebellum:
MFA’s, now granted by tech schools
Scared to be left-in-the-dust fools,
Reduced to hacking in “the dozens”
While envying the tech of their cousins
In the English department, who all gloated:
Content in a land
        where all coding
            was now double-coded.