He typed away, while floating on a cloud,
The bits and bytes all danced like fireflies.
"Is this a function? Or just thoughts too loud?"
His coffee cold, he chuckled out aloud,
A loop that twisted, tangled in his eyes.
He typed away, while floating on a cloud.
Debugged a bug that somehow felt quite proud,
Was it a bug, or simply a disguise?
"Is this a function? Or just thoughts too loud?"
Compiling dreams where reason’s lost in shrouds,
Each variable a monster in disguise.
He typed away, while floating on a cloud.
With every line, his laughter grew endowed,
In syntax hell, he reached for pizza pies.
"Is this a function? Or just thoughts too loud?"
He saved the work and clapped himself; he bowed,
And sent it off to code review. (Surprise!)
He typed away, while floating on a cloud,
"Is this a function? Or just thoughts too loud?"
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