I logged on to the Halfbakery,
Because an idea was in my head,
And did a cursory Google search,
And viewed ideas of similar thread,
And when the Yanks were waking up,
And British bakers lunching out,
I wrote the idea on my screen
And hoped it didn’t come to nowt.
When
I had it fully writ
I hit the button marked OK
But then my browser went to shit
(It did the same the other day)
It started doing crazy things
And though I tried to do it right
The ‘bakery disappeared somehow
And I posted to a random site
Though I am old with surfing
Through boring sites and silly sites,
I will find out where it has gone,
And claim those pastries (mine by rights);
And walk knee-deep in custard thick,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver fishbones of the moon,
The golden croissants of the sun.