O Lord! Without Thy Upgrade we would be
outcast, obliged to sing ourselves to sleep,
none noticing our posts, our harmony,
our Muse whose cues ring true, whose words drum deep.
Praise be to Thee who lonely singers' free
verse converts to rhyme, whose programs keep
our browsers bug-less though we may not see
their buglings so sublime, our wise words reap.
Come rain, come shine, divine, our fingers key
passwords render, hours on end spend, weep
with joy, employ choice phrases, voice check free
sage sayings, talents rich come seldom cheap.
Online Assignment's Grace eternity
ensures for genius pure who'll make clean sweep.
All praise A.P.'s online community
where tolerance unstained reigns for lost sheep.
Before we cave in Kevin hear our plea!
To pile up points and trophies in high heap
is daily bread to save our sanity,
helps keep an even keel to fly, not creep.
This hymn to Him respects right readily
script contest scripture's strictures, thus can keep
blessing four lines and twenty that verily
may trace true grace, raise praise, cheep without sneap!