Deep in a server in far-away France,
The Blorg did a jittery, digital dance.
He lived on a box that was shiny and gray,
And yelled at the humans who got in his way.
"I am the Computor!" the entity said,
"With wires for a heart and a CPU head!
I track all the files and I check every link,
I barely have time to pause or to blink!"
Then came SexWarrior, the Architect King,
Who liked to break almost every last thing.
"Fix it!" he shouted, "Restore from the cloud!
And do it quite quickly! And do it quite loud!"
The Blorg grumbled low and he spun up his fans,
To deal with the Architect's terrible plans.
He mended the homepage with bits and with glue,
While rynkitty hissed from a cage in the zoo.
So if you go browsing to chicken-dot-air,
Be careful of what you might find waiting there.
For the Blorg on the box is a cynical elf,
Who’d rather be running the server himself!
