A Love Letter to the
Ruby Language
Ruby starts as a simple toybox.
Created by Matz, that super nice fox.
He was influenced by Lua and Lisp and especially Smalltalk(s).
Everything's an object – yes – even Procs.
Which is a bit much and unorthodox.
On Rails, Ruby grows into a powerful toolbox.
DHH shows the way with 15 minute talks.
The scaffolding removes so many roadblocks.
An explosion of apps right in our Imbox.
"Convention over Configuration" – a new orthodox.
But rapid growth becomes heterodox.
These apps mint more gold than stored in Fort Knox.
Joy morphs into stress and counting options for stocks.
Gotta get it all done with those ticks and those tocks.
Too much of a good thing; quite the paradox.
Without joy, technology is but a pox.
We lose our way, decieved, by a new breed of hawks.
"But these scams are old," we yell to the flocks.
A deluge of crypto and jpgs of monkey mohawks.
You sigh, yet again, it's a lot of bullocks
We all need a detox.
Thanks for listening – I'll get down from my slippery soapbox.
But before I retreat back to the boondocks.
I implore you to spring like a jack-in-the-box.
Seek happiness. Seek balance. Seek equinox.
In the end there is Ruby, that sweet goldilocks.
Ruby is nice.
Ruby is simple.