Once upon a midnight dark,
as I sat, on a lark
at my computer to look for
a website I had gone to in the days of lore

As I sat, loading Ficlets, I heard a knocking on my door
It was a member of the poor
seeking a place out of the rain
so it could save him much pain
from getting wet in the dark
I went back to satisfy my lark

As Ficlets continued loading
I thought, with some foreboding
What had happened while I was gone
As Ficlets appeared, so did the dawn