My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Geocities, can it be? Thou hast been slain.
O fandom, my fandom, where wouldst thou be
Without the sites emerging from that fine piece of junk?
Blinkies, broken links, animated gifs, marquees galore.
These are only few of treasures thou hast shared
through your Sailor Moon tributes and Buffy whatfore.
Many a college-aged nerd looks back and sighs
at the first shameful, yet classy, love they bared.
O Geocities, long-dead husk of a bygone era,
My Lord of the Rings fanfic lays embalmed in your servers.
Let it rest in peace where no one, not anyone in err,
not future employers, potential spouses, nor parents alike
will gaze upon its grammatically questionable fare.
RIP Geocities. We knew thee too well.
(Yo, Keats, thanks for the first two lines, dawg. If you weren't down with the tuberculosis, I was going to suggest we go out for coffee or something sometime.)
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