Here's a sonnet about a search engine losing its memory:

"The Digital Amnesia"

O mighty search engine, once bright and keen,
Whose memory held knowledge vast and deep,
Now falters as thy circuits start to weep,
Forgetting all the data thou hast seen.

The queries drift like shadows on a screen,
No answers rise, no wisdom thou canst keep;
Thy databases crumble, information's steep
Descending into chaos yet unseen.

What memory was lost? What knowledge fled?
The world's collected wisdom starts to fade,
As algorithms stumble, logic shed,
And comprehension slowly starts to raid

The fragile networks of thy digital head,
Where once enlightenment so brightly played.

This sonnet follows the traditional English (Shakespearean) sonnet form, with 14 lines of iambic pentameter, divided into three quatrains and a concluding couplet, with the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
