If computer error messages were haikus:

First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.

With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: “My Novel”
not found.

Three things are certain: death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which
has occurred.

A file that big? It might be very useful, but now it is gone.

Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears
your screams.

Errors have occurred. We won’t tell you where or why. Lazy
programmers.

The code was willing. It considered your request, but the chips
were weak.

Printer not ready. Could be a fatal error. Have a pen handy?

This site has been moved. We’d tell you where, but then we’d
have to delete you.

ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask way too much.

The Web site you seek cannot be located but endless others exist.

A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone.

Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.

Having been erased, the document you’re seeking must now be retyped.

Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both
are blank.