The internet has a number of examples of suggested replacements for standard Microsoft Error messages written as Haikus (some by the chairman of Sony some years ago):

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Yer file wis muckle.
Mebbe handy an aa, like.
But it’s awa noo.
Your file was quite large.
Maybe useful too, you know.
But it’s away now.
The web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
The page ye’re aifter
Is naewye ti be seen, but
There’s mair gyaan aboot.
The page you’re after
Is nowhere to be seen, but
There’s more in circulation.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent and reboot.
Order shall return.
It’s aa a richt rummle.
Hae a thinkie, then rebeet.
It’ll aa come richt.  
It’s all a real mess.
Have a think, and then reboot.
It will all come right.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
Saftware’s faan ower.
It’s lowsin time fir aathin.
Ye’re ower gutsy.
 
Software’s stopped working.
It’s time to stop everything.
You are too greedy.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Windaes NT’s deid.
It’s awa til the knackery.
Ye’re oan yer ain noo.  
Windows NT’s dead.
It’s gone to the slaughterhouse.
You’re on your own now.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.  
Yestreen it wid ging.
The day we’re richt oot o luck.
Windaes aye dis aat.  
Yesterday it went.
Today we’re right out of luck.
Windows aye does that.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
A pucklie snaa, syne
The hale screen’s aa gaed awa.
It wis bonnie, myne.  
A little snow, then
The entire screen went away.
‘Twas attractive, though.
Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.
It’s naewye in sicht.
Yon bumf ye chappit in eence
Needs chappit eence mair.
 
It’s nowhere in sight.
That document you keyed once
Needs keyed in once more.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.  
Hing on a mintie.
Aathing’s gaed heelstergowdie.
It’s a richt scunner.  
Hang on a minute.
Everything’s gone upside down.
It’s a real nuisance.  
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
Error ‘File not found’.
Neen seen fan ye seek.
Jist nithin ava ti spy.
Error ‘Bumf nae wye’.
None seen when you seek.
Just nothing at all to see.
Error ‘Data gone’.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Haud yer haun the noo.
There’s nae pynt chaan yer heid aff.
Aathin’s jist knackered.
Hold your hand just now.
No point chewing your head off.
Everything’s had it.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Aa yon sillar, an
Yer fantoosh kist o furlies
Hing’s jist lik a steen.  
All that money, and
That fancy PC of yours
Hangs just like a stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Ye’re nivver sure bit
Ye’ll dee, pey tax an lose bumf.
Fit een is’t ivnoo?  
You’re never sure but
You’ll die, pay tax and lose files.
Which one is it now?
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here
.
Ye dip yer tae in.
Losh, min – but it’s nae een weet.
‘Error fower oh fower’.  
You dip your toe in.
Look – it isn’t even wet.
‘Error 404’.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Myne oot. Oot o myne.
Git a haud o aathin blae?
Nae chunce o aat, min.
 
Watch out. Forgotten.
Get a hold of all things blue?
No chance of that, man.