In my computer I have a perl,
Sleek and smooth, like a beautiful girl,
Oh, not innocent, but I didn't know,
About this harmless looking piece of code.

By her size I could not guess,
The awesome strength she does possess,
But since I fell beneath her spell,
I've wandered through the fires of hell.

My old life has gone quite astray,
Since I chose to code this way,
She dances in my mind for hours on end,
All my time, in a trance I spend.

She has made me feel like I'm flying,
Only later to crash, leaving me dying,
She promises a thing called speed,
If I can code her error-free.

To master such a tiny mistress,
Should not bring me to such distress,
To my desires she often turns cold,
Only doing exactly as she is told.

She hangs, and loops,warns and dies,
Or disappears before my eyes,
Often, when she knows I'm bored,
She'll lock up X, or dump core.

With megs of ram, on which to run,
She finds a seg and starts the fun,
Then she has me offering my soul,
If only I could find her hole. :-)

She often makes me despair of computing,
I would give her up, there is no refuting,
And take to B(b)ud, to ease my sorrow,
But she knows.. I'll be back tomorrow.
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