Stuart Estell
Stuart Estell There was an old man with two feet, Who kept them in shoes nice and neat. He really excelled At being self-propelled, And so went to the shops to buy meat. There once was a brown little bird That sang in a forest, unheard. Its plumage was dull, Its song was banal, And its courtship attempts were absurd. There once was a limerick so boring It made all its readers start snoring They couldn’t recall How it ended at all ...so they went on a day trip to Goring. (Anonymous) A Limerick of ASCII codes Ninety-eight starts, and then one-one-one One-one-four and we’re halfway along Next comes one-fifteen (oh, the boredom’s obscene) One-one-oh, one-oh-three and we’re done. The loop subtracts one for the next String.format* converts it to text The console expels Verse that faintly repels If it crashes, you know you’ve been hexed.
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