THE WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH
'Tis the white screen of death
When Poetry Soup won't load.
Is it now my laptop that has crashed
Or Poetry Soup on overload?
It strikes terror in our poets' hearts
Right around the globe.
What do we do when we can't share?
We pull out our hair, we think we might explode.
Where are our friends with whom we link
The daily thoughts and prose we pen?
They are our life line in this haven,
On whose comments we depend.
'Tis a sad and sorry sight
To see decline in poets' health
When Poetry Soup won't load -
'Tis the end we fear, the white screen of death.
© ELR 2013