Once upon some free time clearly, while I net surfed weak and weary
Going through my favorite websites and the pages I adore
As I typed out every address, surfing past the mottled net mess
There came a blank page on my screen which I had never seen before
On my screen there was a web page with words I'd never seen before
It had three numbers "404"
Ah, distinctly I remember, waiting for the page to render
And each separate graphics splendor to appear upon the screen once more
Eagerly I awaited the download of the full HTML code
And have my browser be bestowed another page which would not bore
Waiting for my favorite pages filled with content which would not bore
Yet all it said was "404"
Each successive futile refresh strained my patience to its full test
Causing me to utter cuss words I have hardly ever used before
So that I had started yelling, because of anger which was welling
Tis some error with my system keeping me from surfing more
Some DNS or IP error keeping me from surfing more
And on the page was "404"
Presently my angst grew stronger; errors on the page grew longer
"Webmaster" said I, "or System Admin a resolution I implore"
But the fact is I was surfing when those numbers came unnerving
All I wanted was my favorite pages on my screen once more
Just to see my favorite web page showing on my screen once more
Yet still the page read "404"
Deep upon the blank page peering, long I sat there wondering, fearing
Doubting, thinking thoughts no geek had ever had to think before
But the white page was unbroken, and the I-net gave no token
Never had my system spoken of this surfing fault before
"This" I exclaimed "can't be happening for it's never happened here before"
Yet on the page showed "404"
To tech support I was left turning, all my soul within me burning
Soon I heard a voice recording telling me to hold some more
"Surely" thought I "this is but madness" growing was my techno sadness
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this error I'll explore
Let my rage be still a moment and this error I'll explore
What has made the page display the horrid number "404"
Open here I flung the case side, peering the electronics inside
Focusing upon the Ethernet connection on the board
Not an indication made it, not one error in baud or in bit
Flashing from the data carried through it to my systems core
Showing that it had a link to pass the data to my systems core
Yet still the page said "404"
On the phone the music playing had every nerve within me praying
Someone there would soon be saying "Hello this is tech support"
But to my dismal outlook's chagrin, the same old song had started again
Causing me to cuss and scream even louder than I had before
Cussing loudly to the phone more fervently than I had before
Quoth the Server "404"
Much I marveled this ungainly system which displayed so plainly
A barren page which made me wish it would display just something more
And I couldn't help but seeing the data packets which were fleeting
Flowing from the internet to wind up at my browsers door
Packets flowing from the net which showed up blank and nothing more
What was this error "404"
But the browser sitting lonely, on a blank page said this only
These three numbers, as if its process in that number it did outpour
Nothing further would it display, to my utter growing dismay
Till I scarcely could remember it displaying something more
Would it ever show me something other than this any more
Quoth the Server "404"
Sitting at the website broken, not a graphic was there open
"Doubtless," said I, "what it displays is its only stock and store "
Forgotten by some dense webmaster another mangled web disaster
Refresh fast and ever faster, give me my page I adjure
Stern despair returned, instead of the page I did adjure
This sad page read "404"
But this sad site so beguiling, lead my sad soul into smiling
Straight I wheeled my chair much closer to the desk than it had been before
Then upon the keyboard typing, clear my brow from sweat by wiping
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this number did implore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous number did implore
By displaying the digits "404"
This I sat engaged in guessing, with no webpage yet expressing
To the browser still bereft of anything but white décor
This and more I sat divining while my hard drives still were whining
On the flat screen still was shining the pale white page there had been before
On the screen there still was shining the same blank page I'd seen before
Screaming at me "404"
Then, I thought, the page did flicker making my contempt grow quicker
Looking at the refresh button, begging it would be the cure
"Wretch," I cried, my patience left me, witness to the page I did see
Respite- Respite and nepenthe, from my memories of the web I do adore
Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget these pages I adore
Quoth the Server "404"
"Webmaster!" said I, "thing of evil!- admin still if man or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed you here upon my browsers door
Desolate it sits undaunted, on this blank screen, bleak, unwanted
By its pallid light I'm haunted, show my page I do implore
Will my page resolve again, tell me this I do implore
Quoth the Server "404"
"Webmaster!" said I, "thing of evil!- admin still if man or devil!
By the fiber that transports us to the net we all adore
Tell this soul with sorrow heavy, must I pay another levy
Just to see my favorite bevy which I've seen so much before
To see the rare and radiant bevy of the likes I've seen before
Quoth the Server "404"
"Be that number our sign of parting, Web or net!" I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the network and back into my systems core"
Leave no blank page as a token, of this number you have spoken
Leave my surfing ways unbroken, quit this error evermore
Take this lacuna from my sight, and take this error evermore
Quoth the Server "404"
And the webpage, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On a bleak and empty site devoid of content evermore
And the page has all the seeming of a desert that is dreaming
And the glow from the flat panel throws its white light to the floor
And my soul from out that white light flickers fast upon the floor
With a page whose only graphic is the number "404"
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-09 14:31:54
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