The Raven Cafe

once upon a cafe dreary, while i coded weak and weary, \\
over many a quaint and curious kilobyte of forgotten ruby.

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a chatting, \\
As of some one gently hacking, hacking at my kernel's door. \\ 
`'Tis some cracker,' I muttered, `hacking at my kernel's door - \\
Only .ru, and nothing more.'

Ah distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak September \\
and each seperate cafinated hipster wrought its cell phone on the table. \\
Eagerly I wished the mocha; - vainly I had sought to soda \\
From teh cooler surcease of buzz - buzz for the lost barrista - \\