SONG OF MAJ THE WEBWROTH
When first I sought to make myself a place
Upon this web in sunless cyberspace,
I was a youth and life was but a dream
And all the world seemed such a lovely place.
But many days have passed and still it seems
A sorry site that meets my fading eyes,
There is so much to do before I walk
In those Elysian fields and claim my prize.
My links are broken, all the syntax wrong,
And nothing works or shows the way it ought;
These pages are a failure - like this song
And all the hard and software I have bought.
I've half a mind to give it up and yield
To apathy and let the Demon loose -
Or wrench the keyboard free and crush the mouse
And dance above the floor within a noose.
Yet shall I persevere in my pursuit
And forge me sturdy links to better sites
To which I shall aspire, with talents crude
And not go gentle into that good night.