Subtitle: The Rhyme of the Olde Constrainer
I.
Hark ye fellow travelers!
Hear my woeful tale.
Upon a sea of madness
day and night did I travail.
Cursed dragon that I rode
twisted, bucked and wham!
Broken and disheartened
of this quest for sweet yam-yam.
One after one,
by the star-dog-ed moon,
I woke alas to find,
new stratagem,
like ghost-white whales,
lay heavy on my mind.
Sleep? It was not fitful,
the software’s call and beck,
It’s lure of parametric bliss
albatross around my neck.
II.
This ship of fool sailed on.
A path was not the way!
An offset plane
was to my gain
and I was tricked to stay.
The piper wants his pay.
To model and dimension
calculate and reference too.
Now rest my brain an hour or three
was all that I could do.
A Boolean add,
and now subtract
with tables to control.
OOTB
variables
now put me in the hole.
(I tried to change their role.)
III.
Red star, (or point), at morning
doth crow part builders warning.
It modeled the same.
No explosion came.
I reckoned myself
ahead in the game.
A bitmap was made
And I staked my claim.
The structure alas
would never regain.
The drawing seemed to know it.
The listing tried to grow it.
New rules were applied
To styles at my side.
I shot like a stripe
to the end of pipe,
swap it in in plan,
apply rules in profile,
THE DANG THING WILL NOT SHOW IT!
Boy, did I ever blow it!
Here’s news for you if King or plebe,
I wrote this through a sleepless night.
If I were from the planet Zeeb,
Part Builder be my Zeebenite!
(Help me Nick Zeeben, your our only hope… message repeats…)
JD