Being an Ode to the Tragedy of the Demise of the Proweb Server
help says
stormy from her home
i have no place to go to roam
its far to late to use the phone
and call up someone now
im lost without my AF sites
i need them to survive the night
wheres me bloody love and light
with sarcasm attached
my skies are dark there is no sun
no mickster with a pert of bum
no kevin who is jolly fun
when needing to know a word
im bloody lost without me sites
no telling viridis about the shites (dont ask)
no ice with words that give me the frights
because shes uses a word i dont know
no chickens that smoke and other things
and that bird up the top with the flappy wings (yeah i am
struggling)
no chatterbox that always brings
a smile to this dappy face
now they have an emergency site
to keep their bums tidy, through day and night
again this has given me a fright
coz i dont know what i am doing