The legend lives on from the parodists on down
Of the website they called AmIRight
The site, it is said, made parodies tread
On the songs that we heard day and night
With a page full of mirth, it brought laughter and worth
Through the works of those witty and bright
All the writers declared it was loved and revered
When the news of the closing took flight

The site was the pride of the parody side
Coming in with its pages full
As the writers would churn out the lyrics that burned
With a humor that never was dull
Parodists would come with their parodies done
And they'd post them for all to enjoy
And the jokes they’d compose with their quick wit arose
From the minds of each girl and each boy

Then the times started changin' and engagement was wanin'
As the net took a different turn
And the site that was dear started losing its cheer
In the face of the competition's churn
With a sigh and a groan, ChuckyG on his own
Knew the time had come for goodbye
Though the writers were stunned, it was something that’d come
Like the end of the sun in the sky

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
As the servers shut down for good
And the parodists mourned for the site they had worn
With their jokes and their puns understood
The logs closed down and the forum’s last round
Was filled with nostalgic farewells
For the day that had come brought a silence to some
As the stories of parodies tell

Does anyone know where the humor does go
When the web takes its sites to the grave?
The songs might live on, but the site that had gone
Was a treasure that many would crave
AmIRight, it is said, with its posts fully read
Brought a laughter that no one could quell
The legend endures for the site that ensures
That the parodies we'd always retell

In the memory's domain, it will always remain
As a place where the laughter was set
And the echoes ring clear of the songs we held dear
The parodists never forget