FFP-0382 Exhibit: This Service Will Be Discontinued

Archival Limericks

The platform will close by the third,
An action that somehow occurred,
Before it was built,
Which mitigates guilt,
For whoever drafted the word.

The server has been discontinued,
The access has not been renewed.
The form has been filed,
The records compiled,
The queue for the process reviewed.

The discontinuation decree,
Was carved in the Dead Service tree.
The paperwork states,
The end of all dates,
Will process before half past three.

The stairway is blocked by a wall, So nothing can enter the hall. ███████ is blank, In the memory bank, And the echoes have started to fall.

The cabbage arrived at the desk, Creating a quiet grotesque. ███████ is lost, And we buried the cost, While the silence is so picturesque.

The files from the maritime dock, Were sealed in a heavy black block. ███████ was torn, On the day it was born, And we cannot look back at the clock.

The automated sweep is complete, Erasing the names from the street. ███████ is still, In the drawer by the sill, Where the edges no longer will meet.