Welcome, friends, and gather ‘round, For I have a tale to tell. Of a horror newly found Within my own hotel. There I was, deep in my work, Composing what I’ve seen, When a symbol did appear That soon caused quite a scene. Cries of anguish next rang out And echoed through the hall. They were full of fear and doubt Since released from their thrall. As for me, I knew the risk When choosing my abode. Though the shock was rather brisk, I needed the reload. Sitting there, I sipped some wine While waiting for the news. I knew things would soon align And bring me back my muse. The other guests weren’t as keen To wait for their relief. They were starved and turning mean, Reacting to their grief. Our poor host had heard enough Complaints to last a year. She walked off in quite a huff And got the workers here. With the coming of the dawn I heard of their success. That symbol at last was gone And life could now progress. This is where my story ends, You know what it’s about, We’ve all felt this way, my friends, When the internet goes out!