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An Ode to /.
For hour upon hour,
Every day I will try,
Yet still I have not read /.
When the browser opens,
The baby will cry,
And still I have not read /.
And when she goes to bed,
The other kids need me instead.
So I still have not read /.
Feed them their lunch,
Send them out to roam.
I've been able to glance at /.
Start supper, it's done,
The wife has come home.
She's much more interesting than /.
The internet's fair game
Unless /.'s your name
For today I have not read /.
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