I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er header and text,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Of words, that told what's coming next;
Beside the link, beneath the <b>,
"Forbidden", they read, and "403."

Curious as the lights that shine
And twinkle on the wordy mess,
They stretched a tepid, boring line
Along the margin (in CSS):
You can't come in, not e'en a glance;
So go on back, and read some rants.

(With apologies to William Wordsworth)