I don't know who wrote this -it's not mine.
Our computer which art in the bedroom,
Hallowed be thy main frame,
Thy modem on,
Thy chat will be done,
Online in broadband heaven.
Give us this day our daily e-mail
And forgive us our downloads,
As we forgive those who download from us,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from the sex pages,
For thine is the hard drive,
the laptop and the internet,
Forever and ever,