On numbers great they frown and mumble
Posting frantic lines in haste
Fearing not the bandwidth grumble
Nor yet their sunless pasty state
The keys resound with fev'rish clicks
The glowing port before them shines
No hesitation must let stick
The posting of yet ten more lines
Without their chambers dim and dusty
Sound the cries of lonely mates
"Once my lass was warm and lusty!"
"Once my lad took me on dates!"
"Not yet, my lass, my lad!" they cry
That Great Big Number lies ahead!
I'll just post once more 'fore I slumber,
Just take the cat for warmth to bed!"