An Ode To Waymarking

[+T0SHEA]

After the last round of Error messages and lost pages, the site finally pushed me over the edge. But rather than throw the computer against the wall, which I'm sure we all feel like doing on occasion, I often turn to poetry. So I wrote one for Waymarking:

 

Ode to Waymarking

 

My daddy told me long ago "Don't ever play with fire",

I wish he'd told me this instead, "Don't Waymark, it's a fool,

Who thinks that he will beat the place that draws up all his ire,

He'll just end up a sobbing mess and losing all his cool."

 

If I were smart I'd give it up, go out and find a cache,

Or, better still just close my eyes and have myself a snooze.

I find it more relaxing, though, to give this site a bash,

It's sure a fine intoxicant, and much less dear than booze.

 

I know they toil behind the scenes, in efforts to assuage,

The wrath that boils each time I click and pages disappear.

When half an hour's work goes south, there's just a little rage,

That surfaces and makes me ask, just why I'm sitting here.

 

I could be out, down at the beach, or even playing ball,

Or shooting pool with all the guys and having lots of laughs.

But, no, I sit right here instead, with problems that seem small,

When I compare them with this site's imponderable gaffs.

 

It oft' times makes me drop my guard when things are sailing smooth,

I'll write and type a tome, it seems, before I realize,

I've gone too far, I have to save, my nerves to calm and sooth,

It knows that it has got me now, well, this I theorize.

 

It dumps me deep in cyberspace along with all my work,

And all I did was click a box, it seemed so easy then.

The site's not right, it's got a bug, it's more than just a quirk,

They'll fix it soon I tell myself, but, honestly, just when?

 

The site is mean, it's nasty, and it borders on the cruel,

It trashes all my hard got gains and throws them in the air.

It toys with my emotions and it plays me for a fool,

It cares not what it does to me, it's just not playing fair.

 

Oft' times I'll think that this is just a temporary bind,

In future I'll be wiser and I'll ne'er again get rooked.

I wish that I could go away and leave it all behind,

But that ain't happ'nin' no time soon, you see, I'm truly hooked.

 

(And this isn't)

THE END

Edited July 11, 2015 by BK-Hunters

[+RakeInTheCache]

After the last round of Error messages and lost pages, the site finally pushed me over the edge. But rather than throw the computer against the wall, which I'm sure we all feel like doing on occasion, I often turn to poetry. So I wrote one for Waymarking:

 

Ode to Waymarking

 

My daddy told me long ago "Don't ever play with fire",

I wish he'd told me this instead, "Don't Waymark, it's a fool,

Who thinks that he will beat the place that draws up all his ire,

He'll just end up a sobbing mess and losing all his cool."

 

If I were smart I'd give it up, go out and find a cache,

Or, better still just close my eyes and have myself a snooze.

I find it more relaxing, though, to give this site a bash,

It's sure a fine intoxicant, and much less dear than booze.

 

I know they toil behind the scenes, in efforts to assuage,

The wrath that boils each time I click and pages disappear.

When half an hour's work goes south, there's just a little rage,

That surfaces and makes me ask, just why I'm sitting here.

 

I could be out, down at the beach, or even playing ball,

Or shooting pool with all the guys and having lots of laughs.

But, no, I sit right here instead, with problems that seem small,

When I compare them with this site's imponderable gaffs.

 

It oft' times makes me drop my guard when things are sailing smooth,

I'll write and type a tome, it seems, before I realize,

I've gone too far, I have to save, my nerves to calm and sooth,

It knows that it has got me now, well, this I theorize.

 

It dumps me deep in cyberspace along with all my work,

And all I did was click a box, it seemed so easy then.

The site's not right, it's got a bug, it's more than just a quirk,

They'll fix it soon I tell myself, but, honestly, just when?

 

The site is mean, it's nasty, and it borders on the cruel,

It trashes all my hard got gains and throws them in the air.

It toys with my emotions and it plays me for a fool,

It cares not what it does to me, it's just not playing fair.

 

Oft' times I'll think that this is just a temporary bind,

In future I'll be wiser and I'll ne'er again get rooked.

I wish that I could go away and leave it all behind,

But that ain't happ'nin' no time soon, you see, I'm truly hooked.

 

(And this isn't)

THE END

 

Bravo [Hands Clapping emoji]

[+QuesterMark]

That's pretty good!

[+elyob]

Yep!

[+Trail Blaisers]

Well done! I hope you only had to try and post it once.