I want a mug!

Forty votes in a day, on Stack Overflow,
was leaving me winded, tired and slow.

A Boater, no more, I thought to appear,
when a horrible sound came forth to my ear.

A yodel, it's called, in mountainous lands,
often heard solo (sometimes in a band).

Away from my desk I swiftly did move,
I saw what I could not, would not approve.

"Oh the Horror!" I cried, fraught with dismay,
three shiny diamonds, heading this way.

t'was Anna, Tim Post, and Shog shortly after,
but only their heads, eyes full of laughter.

I pleaded for mercy, judging them kind,
but all I received was a status-declined.

...

My posts are all gone now, lost to the stack.
I just don't see how I'll ever bounce back.

I stumble through days, weeks, in a daze,
hoping for upvotes or even just praise.

I no longer review, or edit a post,
for I've seen their fury, closer than most.

The moral, you ask? Well, it's quite clear.
When you see a diamond, see it with fear.

Remember my story, remember it true.
One day, who knows? It could happen to you.