Once upon a database query, while I pondered wet and weary
Over many days of curious weather of unceasing dreary,
While I searched, nearly finding,
suddenly there came a tapping,
as if something gently rapping,
rapping at my computer core.
'Tis nothing dire,' I muttered, 'tapping at my computer core -
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I recall it was in the bleak March,
While loading Arch
That this noise wrought its ghost upon the core.
Eagerly I searched for Modor; - vainly I had sought to order
From my sources of replacement parts.
Oh the sorrow of a tapping computer core.
One power supply was nevermore.
Deep into the dark day peering,
Long my computer froze so nothing was appearing,
Doubting, dreaming things no one but Windows users had seen countless times before
But the power supply was broken and the computer gave no token,
the Internet remained unspoken,
Merely this and nothing more.