A poetic salute to the language of sigils, regex, and glorious entropy.
I think that I shall ne'er unfurl
A beast as wild and weird as Perl.
A line of code – a cryptic rune–
Can parse a log or launch a moon.
Its sigils dance: $, @, and %,
With magic dense and recompensed.
A regex here, a glob of text,
Then $_ does what's coming next.
Its TIMTOWTDI creed we sing–
"There's more than one way to do this thing!"
But with great power comes great mess,
Your past self writes what you can't guess.
One-liners sharp as blades of steel,
Can grep your soul and make you feel.
Yet Perl, for all its tangled might,
Still gets the job done late at night.
A script, a hack, a duct-taped swirl–
Long live the glorious chaos of Perl!