Edgar Anon Poe – Once upon a midnight dreary
Its a collection of 4chan’s rendition of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem The Raven.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious profile of a tinder whore
while I read it, nearly swiping, suddenly I spied her typing
"Kids? Still want them!" starts the griping, "even though I'm 44"
"Tis impossible," I muttered "having kids at 44" Chance of offspring: nevermoreand the pinging, ever ringing,
of the notifications dinging,
from the hoes on tinder singing,
tapping at my zipper door.
'tis some foids, and nothing more.
I'll be single, forevermore.Last one originated from “bash.org” all the way back in 1990s but the site has since shutdown. People often mistaken it to be from 4chan because its often reposted there with no credit to the original.
Original
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pr0n surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx 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 free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404. Alternate version
Once upon a midnight dreary, While I websurfed, weak and weary, 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 pleaded, But my browser, so conceited, Remained blank, I then repeated, Just a blank and nothing more.
With a scream, I was defeated, For my cookies were deleted, So i begged, no longer seated, "Give me back my free hardcore!"
Then, in answer to my query, Through the net I loved so dearly, Came its answer, dark and dreary: Quoth the server, 404
