She spun her web with utmost care
Each strand precise and neat.
Painstaking hours of work were spent
On her exquisite feat!
That flawless web was brushed away
Without a thought or care
The creation of endless hours
Was in an instant, bare!
Time and again the spider toiled
To build her web in vain!
Each time the web was swept away
Each time she found but pain.
The spider has a thankless task
Against the whims of fate!
I know exactly how she feels
....With Windows 98!
Frank Halliwell