Once upon a website browsing, while I scanned it, nearly drowsing,
Over many a quaint and curious item in an online store,
Came an pop-up there impeding on the page that I was reading
Cov'ring up what I was needing to be purchased from the store.
"What is this," I asked myself, "here eclipsing my explore?
"A brief pop-up, nothing more."
"You've been chosen as a winner," read the box's flashing inner,
"Of a hundred-dollar gift card to our sponsor's online store.
"You will not believe your eyes! Watch your income quickly rise!
"Just click here to claim your prize and then sign up for even more!"
"What is this?" I asked again. "I get free stuff from some new store?"
"I am skeptical, for sure."
Too suspicious then to try it, I decided not to buy it
So I sought the X to take the pop-up off my screen's front door.
But the box had just "OK," and to remove it was no way
On my screen was there to stay unless I took its prize and more.
I could not delete the pop-up from the page of online store.
I was angry then, for sure.
I began a frantic tapping—edges, outside, inside, rapping
To remove infernal pop-up from my shopping page's core.
I tried closing out the site there, but so much to my affright there
Was the pop-up glaring right there when the page I did restore.
In my anger I cried out to phone and box, "You stupid whore!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"You are ruining my shopping," said I loudly, eyes a-popping,
"Just get off my screen and let me go on browsing as before!"
But the box just stayed there flashing as I contemplated smashing
And complete and utter dashing of the box I can't ignore.
"Get that box from out my shopping page, you stubborn, useless whore!"
There it stayed, and flashed some more.
No matter what I tried, that damned pop-up did defy,
And I lost my will to shop or use the cell phone any more.
Far across the living room I did fling the frikkin' phone
But the pop-up ever shone from its place there on the floor.
And the ever-flashing pop-up on the phone I now abhor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!