From office cube, plain and dreary,
Or evening haunt, with orbs ableary,
Over many track and folio of web-strewn bits you pore --
Seeking out essential fact,
Or witness blogged of sinful act,
Stymied as the engine questing spews a thousand links and more.
"I need my data!," you mutter, "Bring thy pages' pledge afore!"
Quoth the web site, "404 ..."