A Sonnet Upon the Virtues of LightCMS
What heavy burdens do the scribes now bear! With bloated tomes, both dark and serpentine, Where simple tasks become a fell nightmare, And countless hours lost to craft malign. But lo! A light doth pierce the tangled gloom— A quill both swift and wondrous crystalline, Where spoken words make written pages bloom, And mortal speech commands each printed line. No more shalt thou in dusty chambers dwell, Nor wrestle with the bindings of despair; Speak but thy wish, and faithful scribes shall tell Thy thoughts abroad with elegant affair. So cast aside thy ancient chains, take flight— For pages born of conversation shine most bright.
— In the manner of the Bard