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Someone (Nessa!) found this poem on a 404 error page and I thought it could use a good scary reading. I have no idea who originally wrote it so I cant credit them. I changed the one line to make it rhyme better ("went a porning"), recorded the pipe organ and pitched my voice down a bit for greater effect. Sounds cool to me!
Have a listen! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary, Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore', When I clicked to go a porning, 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". |
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