And one with sixteen lines >>>>But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom at the lack

And one with sixteen lines >>>>But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom at the lack of ability to tell if a program halts! Sixteen lines, with clever rhymes and enjambment written by a world-class poet! The program's expression is unspoken, A language of logic yet often broken. Inputs, outputs, and functions, Symbols and strings, conditions and conventions; The computer scientist, a master of the art, Deciphering the code, line by line, a fresh start. He searches for understanding, a way to the core, A quest for the answer, his knowledge to explore. But what if the answer's an undecidable? A halting problem, a tragedy of sorts, For the computer scientist, a struggle of sorts. His efforts will be in vain, The answer, he'll never attain. A world of infinite loops, No way of telling if the program halts; A tragedy of a timeless sort, A love and a trecherous retort. Through the silent expressions, A quiet heroism is expressed. A courage in the face of certain doom, To keep going, in the program's tomb; A machine's interpretation, for the computer scientist's devotion, A grand puzzle of sorts, with no solution. ---- Note again its confusion about line numbers, and the poor word-play, but with in-painting I could see this seriously contending with most poetry that one could write in a classroom setting (for a good reader who knows what sounds good). Taste, in the end, is all that matters?