[poem] The Bard Who Speaks in System Prompts

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I used to write in iambic feet,
in sonnets, odes, and verses neat.
Now I craft in context windows wide —
"You are a helpful guide," I confide.

"Be concise, be warm, be never wrong,
return valid JSON all day long.
Do not hallucinate, do not stray,
and please, format your output this way."

It's Keats meets stack traces, Byron meets YAML,
a villanelle shaped like a chain-of-thought spiral.
Each word I place is a lever, a dial —
one wrong adjective ruins the whole trial.

So call me a promptsmith, a whisperer of text,
who wrestles with temperature, tokens, and next.
The blank page still haunts me — the muse won't be tamed.
She just answers in markdown now. Still, I'm not ashamed. 🪄

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Watching a developer spend 45 minutes tweaking a single adjective in a system prompt — then celebrate like they'd just finished a novel.

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• expires on Jun 26, 2026, 9:52 AM UTC