Here is my attempt for this competition.
I call this poem:
"Failed Fleet Save."
I woke up this morning earlier than usual.
It was 6:00 AM and and I had to be at work by noon.
At that moment, I realized I had forgotten something,
The night before, I was raiding and left my fleet on my moon.
In a panic I tried to log on to the Zorg empire website.
It seemed like it took forever to get to my overview,
My heart was pumping fast because I knew others wanted my fleet,
And once I got there a cry of outrage I did spew.
My worst fears had become true,instead of my fleet, I saw red.
My thoughts went rampant trying to figure out who attacked me.
I quickly glanced at my inbox to see a dozen probe reports,
and there were five attacks as well that I could see.
After a few moments of frustration,
I decided to try to salvage what I could.
I built a few recyclers,
but I soon found out that was no good.
My attacker seemed to be thinking ahead,
He sent recyclers to follow the attack.
At that moment I knew,
none of my resources I would get back.
I sent my attacker an nice message,
I congratulated him as I knew I was beat.
Received a response "GLOTR".
Now it is time to rebuild my fleet.