Reviewing Code on a Busy Evening
If Robert Frost and his horse were wandering through a codebase, rather than stopping by woods on that snowy evening...
"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Written By: Robert Frost, circa 1922
"Reviewing Code On A Busy Evening"
Whose code this is is, I think I know
They wrote it for the CTO,
The specs were penned in haste, with beer,
The sinful, shameful status quo.
And yet I see the thought cohere,
The functions clean, refined, austere,
Each error catch, each thoughtful break,
Intention crisp, the comments, clear
The night is late, I’m still awake,
My job, averting each mistake,
I’m working while my colleagues sleep,
Reviewing code obscure, opaque,
But this is brilliant, this we’ll keep,
No races run, no scoping creep,
And for one night, I soundly sleep
And for one night, I soundly sleep
Written By: "Weird Ev" Coopersmith & AE Studio
"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Written By: Robert Frost, circa 1922
