} Twas the night before Ormas, on the information highway,
} Not a creature was stirring, not even Sciuridae,
} The click-bait was set in the margins just right,
} In hopes that web-users would come to their site.
} User-sponsored websites were set-up, all smug,
} In knowledge that users would not feel the bait's tug,
} Wikipedia, Mozilla, FSF, too,
} Had all had donations to keep their sites true.
} Then up in one browser there sprang such a clamour,
} I shuffled through tabs to find the wrongdoer.
} Through each open window I scrolled like a flash,
} Scanning for gifs and vids run with Flash.
} Even articles raving on genius of Bach,
} Could not distract me from sound of muzak.
} Then on what should my wandering eyes now alight,
} But a miniature vid advertising some tripe.
} With not a close button, and no visible mute,
} I knew right away it must be click-bait,
} Rapidly flashing pictures then came,
} And they tugged, and they pulled, and called me, for shame!
} "It's shocking, it's bizarre, celebs and their tricks,
} Doctors will hate this, have you seen Miley's knicks?
} Earn money so quickly, and watch these girls fall.
} Now click away! Click away! Click away all!"
} I sprang to web-settings, set a list of blocked sites,
} And away they all went like extinguished lights.
} And I loudly exclaimed, as they went out of sight,
} "Quick browsing to all, and to ads a good-night!"