Seasons off the Bun

Reaching home, in the evening,
Get on the net and hit the home button
The browser reports "site not found".
And the emails come back, bounced;
No one tells me really why.

We had fun posting things, our made up inventions
Voting buns or perhaps fish as the fancy took us on

Goodbye Vernon, O prolix one!
You taught me how to really ramble on
Without rhyme and without rein.
Always hiding what you meant
In a ton of persiflage.

And now Vernon, I'll search the web
Copy the gems off google's cache'd ones
Because they are those unique ones.
Perfect grammar, perfect tense
Not an iota of sense.

We had fun, lots of fun, scrolling past the verbiage,
Annotating randomly, stirring up the bloated page.

Goodbye gizmo, the little one!
You reminded me of being small, again,
Watching the world from half as tall.
Kicking balls and dodging dogs
Being naughty where you played.

Goodbye Jutta, it was good to be
At the website you had organised,
Ideas, votes, 'n' annotations.
You made the rules for us to break
Despite your threat of "throwing off".

Logging on, reading on, finding new things everyday
But the words that we read, are in our memories alone.

We had fun, voting and annotating at the site,
But the disk that we shared, Alas! spins no more.