Another poem in the series of poems I wrote for the Computer Department Technical Newsletter. In this poem, I aimed to introduce students to the quirks and subleties of different programming languages by giving them personalities.

To these functions you see, you’re invited by reference,
where every paradigm with style competes for reverence.
Families of languages they meet up every while,
A social protocol such, languages had to compile

C’s the older member, but still in good structure,
always vary of his descendant’s objectifying nature.
C++ he solves, the real problems of the masses,
and bridging the gaps between the seeming classes.

Mr and Mrs Java , spoke the language of the generation,
felt no sense of belonging, with their constant relocation.
Their daughter scorned, a future without a pointer cue,
for she wasn’t allowed to inherit from parents two.

Their daughter married off with XML apptly,
whose cousin HTML played tag “You’re IT”
Judging by looks these two, data they represent,
never worrying about work, they’d always be content

Exceptional handling by Cpp as the function goes on,
when he see’s the hashing python, ++ forlorn.
Python’s into imports; he’s new in the business market,
his face easy to read, he’s not conforming to a bracket.

You know these family functions, they’re oh so syn-taxing,
the constant translations, the conversations get vexing.
They pretend to know all, are subject to interpretation,
Once home, their own IDE calls for their attention.