The Messenger

Once upon a midnight dreary, I was surfing, Google clearly,
When I heard a message coming, rushing, running, jeering, punning,
A message at my in-box door.
Quoth the messenger, LOL and more.

Who is rapping, knocking, tapping, tapping at my in-box door?
Quoth the messenger, LOL-geek-four.

Messenger, I said quite clearly, I would love to know you dearly,
Where’s your profile, from B4?
Is it in the My Space archives, Facebook chatter, from the Maldives,
Remote server, no reserver, eBay bids and firewall door?
Quoth the messenger, ROFL-sore.

Phantom, speak, declare your IP, come out clean and name a name,
Crawl from ‘neath your glowing av’tar, come before I go insane,
But the geek he did dissemble, said he was the Sith of Wemble,
Burned his trail and canned his history, where he comes from is a mystery,
Gone like sites from OS previous, links are missing, cunning, devious,
Found a firewall, found a door,
Quoth the messenger, Nevermore.

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