Coding is Boring

In lands of logic, bytes, and screens,
Where wizards type in code routines,
There lies a tale both sad and true,
Of a coder bored, feeling blue.

In dungeons deep, where bugs do dwell,
And syntax errors cast their spell,
A hero sat with drooping head,
Longing for his code to spread.

His keyboard clacked, his mouse did click,
But still, his coding made him sick.
For loops looped and functions droned,
In monotone, his code intoned.

"Oh, woe is me," the coder cried,
As syntax errors multiplied.
"Where are the dragons fierce and bold?
Or knights in armor, brave and cold?"

But in the realm of ones and zeros,
Where bits and bytes are kings and heroes,
No dragons roared or knights did fight,
Just endless lines of code, day and night.

Yet in his boredom, he found a spark,
A quest to code something bizarre and stark.
He wrote a program, strange and wild,
To make his keyboard dance and smile.

With every keystroke, music played,
And colors danced, in bright parade.
His code became a joyful thing,
A symphony of ones and strings.

So though the realm of coding's bore,
A little humor he did restore.
For even in the dullest script,
A touch of fun can give it lift.

And thus the coder learned that day,
In coding, there's a funny way
To turn the mundane into cheer,
And find the laughter, crystal clear.