Describe the new page here.

The new page! The frosty powder misting gently over untracked hummocks of null-semantic blankness,
A magic white squareness where just a moment ago there was, what, nothing Ward-thankless?
Where was this page before I clicked it?
When it's deleted, where have you flicked it?
What am I doing here? What shall I write?
Oh dear, another pile of doggerel and shite.

An empty page, the tabula rasa,
Glinting white like snow in Lhasa;
Lack of words leads hearts to sinking.
Sally forth, while cursor's blinking!

Plainly in the tradition of the FilkSong, I guess these are WilkSongs ...