Stopping by the Web on a Labor Day Weekend

Whose site this is I think I know.
His server’s overloaded though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch this download start to slow.

My browser’s cache must think it queer
To stop upon a page so clear
Of content, simply frozen here
The longest weekend of the year.

It’s been five minutes, give or take
I think there may be some mistake.
I hear my hard drive go to sleep
Whoever built this site’s a flake.

This page is lovely, blank and white.
But I don’t really have all night,
It’s time to find another site,
It’s time to find another site.

      with apologies to R.Frost