Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious porn-site of “hot chicks galore”,
While I clicked my fav’rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
“Tis not possible,” I muttered, “give me back my free hardcore!”
Quoth the server, “404.”
Presently my urge grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I hit return and waited, watching while DNS lookup explored;
But while I sat anticipating, beneath the desk my member aching,
The site I recalled navigating, the navigator found no more,
And I scarce believed what I was seeing, for in the place of free hardcore
Quoth the Server “404”
-MrCrotch; Original poem By Edgar Allan Poe.
