But the thread, growing larger from users so robust, was never lonely
Those single posts, as if their souls in each word they did pour,
Nothing further did they stutter - not a phrasing did they clutter -
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'what words shall it bore'
On the morrow they will leave here, hatred for the words it bore'
Then the bird said, "Nevermore"
Startled by the muses of the users in a thread awoken,
"Doubtless", said I, "what they mutter could only amount to a bore"
Caught from some unhappy chatter which escalated faster
Followed much and followed more til his fun one burden wore Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
of "Never-Nevermore"
