I met a refugee from a Hydro Pit[tm]
Who said: Four vast and mighty rubber tyres
Stand on the asphalt . . . Near them, underground,
Half sunk, a shattered newsgroup lies, whose posts,
And witty names, and .sigs of many lines,
Tell that its posters well those passions read
Which flamewars start, and reason undermine,
The lame cascades, and too much quoted text,
And on the Subject: line these words appear:
"alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk:
"Look on our trolls, ye Pavers[tm], and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that pathetic crowd, boundless and bare
Unbroken asphalt stretches far away.