Authors, poets replace reporters at an Israeli newspaper for one day

  The Thread Not Traversed 
  
  TWO threads diverged in a yellow stack,  
  And sorry I could not traverse so  
  And be one parser, long I stood  
  And looped through one as long as I could  
  To where it spawned in the overflow; 
  
  Then invoked the other, as just as fair,  
  And having perhaps the faster stats,  
  Because it was hashed and wanted wear;  
  Though as for that the data there  
  Had run them into third normal form, 
  
  And both that session equally lay  
  In objects no instance had trodden class.  
  Oh, I kept the version for another day!  
  Yet knowing how code leads on to code,
  I doubted if I should ever unit test. 
  
  I shall be documenting this with a sigh  
  Somewhere many transactions hence:  
  Two threads diverged in a stack, and I—  
  I took the one less traversed by,  
  And that has caused the site to fly.