Hey someone, in charge, I’m talking to you
across a vast ocean of errors numbered 502.

Please, put a quarter in the little slot that dispenses the feed, 
so, the little gray squirrel gets what he needs, 
to spin the little aluminum wheel that generates 
the Susie-Bake oven light which facilitates 
the solar cells powering the 1984 Tandy desktop,
that’s the Hello Poetry server - it’s ground to a stop. 

We love that squirrel, and if we sound cloying,
it’s because we find the constant 502 errors annoying.