Loops, Functions, scanf, printf,
Printed "F" in the code of life.
Semicolon—rare in English prose—
Breaks the line,
Breaks the life,
And sometimes
Breaks the programs, though.

Each break takes hours to debug,
Chasing phantoms to squash the bug.
Enemies unseen, so small, yet sly—
One by one, my patience dies.

One program, infinite logic,
A single thought with paths symbolic.
Analogies stitched in endless loops,
Compiled with errors—jump through hoops!

******* it—another round.
Fixed the line, the fix profound.
"Program compiled: no errors found."
Happy smile, my mind crowned.

But an output, strange and new—
The code betrays me. What to do?
Smile erased, my joy unwound,
Hands on laptop, laptop on ground...