Ah, dear friends, gather ’round and lend thy ears,
For I shall spin a yarn of wonders and fears,
In the realm of the cloud, where data doth reside,
A new world hath opened, with FaaS as our guide.
In days of yore, when servers were vast and tall,
We humble folk did toil, with scripts and all,
But lo! A new dawn hath broken, bright and clear,
Where functions, like tiny heroes, do appear.
« What sorcery is this? » thou mayst ask in awe,
As thou seest code that runs, with nary a flaw,
No more doth thou need to provision or scale,
For FaaS, like a jester, doth make all things hale.
Now, picture this scene, in a land not so far,
A developers’ den, where coders do tarry,
With beards and with spectacles, they pore o’er their screens,
And cry out in joy, « Serverless, oh, what a boon! »
Yet, lo! A shadow doth creep, in the bright light,
For functions, like children, do misbehave, at night,
They bug and they crash, and they bring forth despair,
But fear not, dear friends, for we shall find a repair.
« What wizardry doth this FaaS possess? »
Thou mayst ask, as thou dost wrestle with stress,
But fear not, good sir, for the answer is clear,
With monitoring tools, and a dash of good cheer.
So raise thy glass, and let us make a toast,
To FaaS, and the future, that doth lie in its host,
For in this new world, with its wonders and strife,
We shall find, dear friends, a brighter, more serverless life.