WmRAllen67
First Post
Michael Morris said:Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While through the net I went boring, 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".
BRILLIANT!
Haven't laughed so hard in days! Could you finish the poem, or is that left as an exercise for the student?
(Ended up here trying to get to a story hour thread...)