I once knew a girl,
Whose name just "Perl",
She really knew how to code.
Her code was real art,
She added her heart,
So, i wrote her this ode.
It was one fateful day,
When things went my way,
I asked her to be my wife.
To code at my side,
Until one of us died,
Hopefully, at the end of my life.
She said, "sure, of course",
Now my only remorse,
is that i didn't ask her before.
But now that it's done,
We'll code together like one,
And hack just oh so much more.
On the day of our wedding,
In a beautiful setting,
We gave each other a ring.
We've produced so much code,
And filled our abode,
With hacks that just start to sing.
But this wonderful theme,
Was all just a dream,
I hate when reality has way.
So i shed a small tear,
Cus Perl wasn't here,
This seems to happen each day.
I woke up from an odd dream. In the dream, I was in the living room using my computer, and my wife was in the kitchen. She was asking me to bring her a Pepsi1, despite her being the one in the kitchen.
I sat there and enumerated all the different ways she could be using Perl to get the Pepsis out of the fridge, and I was being serious about it too. In this dream world, drink $_ foreach (@{$fridge->{PEPSIS}}) was a reality!
Possibly related to us discussing naming a future daughter Perl the night before.
1. Not that we have or drink any, but this is how dreams go.
I was coding away in perl one morning when my 4yr old daughter asked me what I was doing. I said, "I am typing code into the computer to write a program."
She said, "I have some code too," and insisted I type it for her on the screen (she doesn't type yet):
Jewel, painting feet.
Painting pinkies with sparkles;
Painting middle toe.
Painting fingers but they're lost,
stones fell off.