I’ve emailed this around before, but was reminded of it on the weekend when I read John Sladek’s Poe parody The Purlioned Butter and thought it would suit the blog nicely. Here it is, then: Edgar Allan Poe’s 404 message.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website ofhot 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”.
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Red Wolf
29 July 2003 at 1.33 pm
Most amusing. My current favourite graphical 404 is the filler bunner
Jimmy
8 August 2005 at 12.26 am
I happen to think my version is better:
karl marx
21 June 2009 at 4.43 pm
Although I like your extended rendition, the first has greater appeal to me. A reader of your version in my opinion, is likely to get over the humour of parodying the poem before the 404 line is encountered, this weakens the punchline.