Paulie Kristline, goal-oriented, super-achiever
Is the much admired conceiver
Of deftly crafted microcode
On the XXX-666
At SillyCon, the restless abode
Of many acclaimed wonder chips
The Bachelorette of the VLSI world
Is a veteran of ill-fated love
And though her memory cells are swirled
By old half-deleted files. She stays above
Affairs of the heart. `Such softness,'
She says, `Is an algorithm for unhappiness.'
She seldom drinks. Doesn't smoke.
Has switched from coke to diet-coke.
`These days,' she says, `I get my kicks
From high impact aerobics.'
She shrugs off her single state
By saying - `I'm not yet 28.
The men I meet are so immature
My cat Nietzsche is surely more
Comforting with his silent presence
Even cats outgrow their adolescence.'
Her half reclusive life-style
Punctuated by a perpetual smile
Does not preclude the occasional date
The odd fling, the stray affair
Though, she is so careful to tear
Herself away before its too late.
But, beneath this outward carapace
Of defiance and aloofness
The deceptive cheer on her face
Hides a growing loneliness.
In rare moments of weakness
She has been heard to confess
The object of her heart's desires
The elusive love to which she aspires
`Someone who's nice to be with
Someone I can talk to. Someone I can ski with.'
Paulie's search for Mr Right
For now must take second place.
She has so many lines of code to write
In only so much ROM space.
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