USHBOMBER

There once was a site full of flair,
But you found it—there’s nothing to share.
The code was a wreck,
The scripts all in check,
But alas, just an empty blank stare.

I live in the dark, I swim in the air,
What am I? A page without care.
No secrets to keep, no treasures to find,
Just pixels and nonsense left behind.

You clicked and you scrolled with great might,
But still, there’s no content in sight.
Experiments roam,
But none call this home,
For you, it’s just "404, not quite."

I am neither round, nor am I square,
I have no purpose, not even a chair.
What am I, you ask with despair?
Just another page in this empty affair.

So go on, dear visitor, be gone,
There’s nothing for you here at dawn.
A site in dismay,
With no words to say,
It’s time now for you to move on.

Go away.