Ada Lovelace, Lord Byron's child,
With the numbers made poetry.
By computing, she was beguiled.
Computer programmer was she,
A pioneer of the machine
That intertwines all life today.
She foretold what it all could mean,
Way ahead of her time, do say.
She loved to gamble and did try
To find a mathematic spin.
On making bets - it went awry.
But otherwise, she was a win.
'The Enchantress of Numbers' got
10/16 as her numbered spot.
Ima Ryma you reek of belligerence blooming in soft elegant forgivance. Bravo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved it! I am actually making my own Ada Lovelace poem and this gave me a lot of inspiration! :)