I've emailed this around before, but was reminded of it on the weekend when I read John Sladek's Poe parody The Purlioned Butter and thought it would suit the blog nicely. Here it is, then: Edgar Allan Poe's 404 message.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website ofhot 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 cheap hardcore!—
Quoth the server, "404".
Most amusing. My current favourite graphical 404 is the filler bunner
— posted by Red Wolf at 29.07.2003 13:33 AEST | 
I happen to think my version is better:
once upon a midnight dreary,— posted by Jimmy at 08.08.2005 00:26 AEST |
while i pr0n surfed, weak and weary,
over many a strange and spurious site ofhot sex slaves 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 pleaded,
But my browser, so conceited,
Remained blank, I then repeated,
Just a blank and nothing more.
With a scream, I was defeated,
For my cookies were deleted,
So i begged, no longer seated,Give me back my free hardcore!
Then, in answer to my query,
Through the net I loved so dearly,
Came its answer, dark and dreary:
Quoth the server,404
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