Poem written by a friend

This is something a friend of mine wrote, I found it really funny although I think you need to be a programmer to understand the humor in this:


His mother a method,
was ever so busy,
She always did her job,
never did she stop.

But one day a status,
she could not process,
Caused her to throw him,
propagating up.

He did not know why,
Never was he caught.
An unknown exception,
Propagating upward.

No class knew how to,
handled he was not,
He might not intend to,
The program did stop.


This was written bij Enilias, someone I have known for years through IRC and also real life.