Once upon a midnight dreary, while Farkers pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious package of delicious bacon,
While they nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at their forum door.
"'Tis some recruit," they muttered, "tapping at our forum door -
Only Kahiel, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly they remember it was in the bleak November,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly they wished the morrow; - vainly they had sought to borrow
From the forums surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Big Z -
For the rare and radiant sire whom the angels named Big Z -
Jaromayo here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain resource of each aqua nation
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some council member beating at my chamber door -
Some sorry farker entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
Bleak Outlook it is, and nothing more."

Presently soulatomic grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was fapping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at the council chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" - here I opened wide the door; -
ENI there, and nothing more.

Deep into Cybernations peering, long I stood there wondering leering,
Turning over, dreaming dreams; dreams of Tums, and a pole
But the silence was unbroken, and the forum gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered words, “A troll!”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, "A troll!"
Yak and nothing more.

Back into the forum turning, all my pixels within me burning,
Soon again I heard a fapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something in my Boob Emporium;
Let me see then, what moron ‘tis, and this mystery explore -
Let my nation be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis DCAMID and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a drunken stumble,
In there wobbled a stately Jim of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, slumped upon my forum door -
Slumped upon a case of beer just upon my forum door -
Slumped, and sat, UltraF+++CARRIER LOST+++.