As part of recovering from my PTSD appreciation after participating in rounds coordinated by my dear friend Anton (antontrygubO_o) and testing his AtCoder Grand Contest 055, I committed a poem. Don't take it too seriously.

Thanks to Amtek for lifting up my spirits while writing and arthurconmy for enhancing my poor English language skills.

The end of ICPC and the ruling of Anton Trygub in the competitive programming universe.

1. One day, maybe even soon,
   Gone will be The colorful balloons
   And irrevocably forgotten will be
   Bill Poucher with his ICPC.

2. The AtCoder Grand Contests,
   are what truly is the best.
   Lord Anton with his mighty questions.
   Will be a hero for generations.

3. O, the problemsetter who’s smartest,
   you’ll always be the greatest artist
   Appreciated forever will be
   Ad-hocs and combinatorics.

4. Learn finally what the good contests are,
   Dearest ICPC with your unique style.
   Team competitions with real-life tasks.
   Only infuriate the participants.

I sincerely apologize to anyone who is offended by my bad English. I tried hard...