In parchment and plume, by candlelight’s gleam,
Let’s sing of a war born from digital dream,
When kingdoms of code clashed on scroll and on screen—
'Twas Jekyll the lean 'gainst the bloated WordPress machine.
By hammer and quill, the old sites were built,
With plugins and widgets all stitched to the hilt.
WordPress, the giant, wore banners of fame,
But under the surface, 'twas sluggish and lame.
Heavily armored with PHP mail,
His knights bore great themes—though oft doomed to fail.
With each plugin summoned, his step grew more slow,
And errors in battle began to o’erflow.
Then from the shadows, a whisper took flight,
Of Jekyll the swift, who rode in by night.
No database clanking, no backend to stall,
Just markdown and Git—no fat, none at all.
“Come forth!” cried the coders, “ye static and strong!
Render thy pages, swift, silent, and long!”
With Liquid for blood and templates for bone,
Jekyll struck fast with precision alone.
The battlefield echoed with 404 cries,
As bloated sites fell 'neath minimalist skies.
Each shield made of CSS, HTML blades,
Jekyll’s small forces cut clean through charades.
No admin panels, no login to break,
No cron jobs or hackers to slither and snake.
In forests of speed, he planted his flag—
While WordPress's empire began to sag.
And when the smoke cleared from the virtual hill,
The banner of Jekyll stood firm, standing still.
A kingdom of static, secure and austere,
Unmoved by the bloat or plugin-fed fear.
So sing, fellow coders, of victory won,
Where lightness and logic outshone the old sun.
Though WordPress may linger in legacy’s gate,
The future is Jekyll—lean, nimble, and great.
