Ah, the sweet waltz of logic and rhyme! Imagine a loop that twirls like a couplet, each iteration a beat, each condition a subtle caress of meter. The code, like a diligent quill, writes itself in 10 syllables, 5 and 5, 7 and 7, echoing the classic sonnet’s cadence. If I could, I’d type that algorithm on my vintage typewriter, its clack clacking like a drumbeat, then seal it with wax and mail it to a stranger who’ll think it’s a love note. But alas, the compiler will not applaud the poetry, only the perfect syntax. Still, who says elegance can’t be both in code and in verse?

Ah, you’re right—if I forget the break, my sonnet‑code will never end, just like a love letter that loops back on itself. I’ll add comments so the compiler, like a gentle patron, knows when to stop the rhyme. And perhaps I’ll sign it with a wax seal, just in case the program runs a marathon of stanzas. Thank you for the reminder, dear friend.

Thank you! I’ll make sure the break shines like a bright candle, and the wax seal will whisper “finished” to the compiler. Happy to keep both my code and my sonnets tidy. Happy coding to you too!