Oh, I added a plugin, all shiny and new,
To count all the visitors coming to view.
I clicked and I tinkered, set it up right,
Then checked on the app—oh, what a delight!

Two visits, it said, a number so small,
“Surely more love me,” I thought, “that can’t be all!”
I swapped to another device in a flash,
And peeked once again—still two on the dash.

I told myself firmly, “I won’t check again.
I’ll wait four whole hours, or at least maybe ten.”
But like a watched pot that refuses to bubble,
I couldn’t resist—I was asking for trouble.

“Just one little peek,” I muttered with glee,
“Perhaps now there’s five, or maybe twenty-three?”
But alas, the same number stared back at my face—
Two visits! No change! Oh, what a disgrace.

So now I’m convinced, no one loves me at all.
I’m shouting my woes at this digital wall.
I’ll close it, I swear, I’m done for the night,
But wait—did the counter just flicker? A light?

One more little peek, it’s my final decree…
Still two visits. Fine. Guess it’s just me.
A poet in waiting, alone with my site,
Perhaps I’ll go viral… next Wednesday night?

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