404, A-Town all da way.
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, 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".
Basically A Broken Link as Such...
While I Websurfed Weak And Weary,
Over many a strange & tempting
Website of "Chicks Galore"
Oh So so very Exempting
To take the sites "Free tour"
Of a Sudden, without warning,
Was my heart then filled with mourning,
Mourning for my dear amor,
"Tis' not possible, " i muttered,
"Give me back my cheap hardcore."
But my monitor not cluttered,
Quoth the server "404."