Semantic Seymour

Old Seymour appeared with a scowl
When a <div> was used—what a foul!
“A <section> would do!”
He’d insist, through and through,
And the DOM inspection would howl.

His cape is an unused <aside>—
Semantic but never applied.
It flows in the wind
Of a spec he rescind-
ed from W3C’s outdated guide.

“Markup isn’t art—it’s the law!”
He declared without visible flaw.
Each attribute shamed,
Each inline tag blamed,
And the validator dropped its own jaw.

He maintains a private validator—
No one has access, the spectator.
It checks every tag,
Each semantic flag,
And the results? Known to no operator.

His DOM inspections are nightly events:
Each element judged by intents.
The <nav> must be clean,
The <header> serene,
And the <footer> aligned like fence.

He swaps out your <div> with no warning—
A <section> appears the next morning.
No room for debate,
No reprieve, no late
Appeal. Just semantic adorning.

He quotes outdated W3C specs
Like scripture—demanding respects.
The standard’s his bible,
The compliance: liable,
And the markup must pass every check.

He believes CSS is tolerated—
Not respected, never elated.
The markup’s the truth,
The style just a sleuth,
And the DOM is divinely mandated.

His attribute shaming is brutal:
“role='button' on a div? That’s futile!
Use a <button> instead,
You semantic-less dread!”
And the component was rendered as neutral.

So if divs keep becoming sections
And the markup defies your projections,
That’s Seymour’s crusade:
Where the semantic upgrade
Is enforced through nocturnal inspections.