User:Average/C'ode to the Jabberwocky

In the wramnough of the jabberokken, the coder does kippity-tapen on his tkinter outgrabe,
Along while the gnits of Javasxrit compete for the snlumm and the nymphs prance out of the sun.
They await for the frun dewzen of the pure code which hath not the smell of his schraub.
For the vorpal code smelts of only the slight metallxck odour of aether and the unvisited aeon.

Etched upon the logos of his order, he can hang his routines,
Letting their lustrous ops curl around their tubulous dendrights,
Pushing asynchronous trajectorie, fractal-like across the nets of Tim,
Do the invisible lights twinkle and the inaudible switches whim.

The heavn'ly code doth blend the simple and the complex, yet
The complex is concealed amidst the mind of the Beowoelf's qyest.
All the while the simple shines, child-like from the plasmodeic grid,
Pixels waiting for their journey away from the void to expend.

Complexification! do the booky scribes scribple on, yet the coding magister
Harnesses the cycles of the system towards the One Perfect Way for it to be done.
Flat or nested the scribes shout, yet the Beoweolf continues, unfliched, he's won.
Polarities are appropriate towards the brillig of logic, but alight NOT upon the surface pen'd.

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The code presents a synthesis that the task has reached a conclusion,
not simply a tix along the checkboxes of the coding pablum.
Iow, the magister isn't trying to merely spit out the answer,
he raises his code makes it his answer.

STUB...to be continued.