Listen with your ears flapping. The poetry contests are now at an end (finally). I had no idea I had so many poetry connoisseurs among my acquaintance! The last lively round, as you no doubt know, was between a lovely lady in her prime and a competitive young man. (Let's drop the Lydia veil, shall we? Lydia is not known for leaving comments involving the phrase, "self respecting homo sapiens".) I must say, I didn't think it was possible to get these ladies to strive for the prize to quite this extent, but with Drew as your opponent, well, it rather spurs one on.
Dash it! It looks as if I will have to loose a few doubloons to the postmaster. Congratulations, Drew (and Lydia:))! From the collar upward, you stand alone.
Bess, I am reluctantly compelled to hand you the mitten. However, you will receive a 2nd place prize. I don't know what yet, but something between the Poetry and Prose book and the piglet postcard. (I was not prepared for so many winners!) I will post your prize soon.
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We won! We won! I never win anything! Good thing I'm married to Drew ;) Thanks honey, you're a lucky guy.
He is a lucky guy!:)
Sweating! ha! If any perspiration was involved it was solely from the pleasantly warm Moscow days. The contest was good but the figuring of such a fare is elementary, telltale signs don't you know.
Anyways, my best regards to the forgetful squirrel. Bess showed some real familiarity with poetry, which we all know doesn't come from her other half.
E! thanks for the game, it was a fun exercise for the old bean.
Drew, I hope you can do half as well when we have our contest on one of the, if not the, best writers of fiction in the English language (you know, Jane Austen). Well, I suppose you can always get your better half to help you out.
Glad your bean was exercised.
Well, well, well, I'll be first to offer congrats where congrats are due...Mr. Von Gladden, congrats on being able to be mixed up with Keats. Now on to that other fella. This squirrel held her own. One might think that two playing against one little ol' me isn't quite the Southern etiquette I've come to know and love. Alas, one does encounter all kinds in life. And, I should have known that E couldn't help but post another M poem again. I digress into bitterness (still remembering a recent ping-pong game!). Without further him-hawing, congrats to a well-versed brother-in-law!
Bess, you are a good egg! Rather topping! I believe more than anything else, the thing that helped Drew deduce the correct answer was the 'psychology of the individual' (yes Jeeves). And as you so rightly put it, I couldn't help but post another M poem! I'll try my best to be less transparent next time, old fruit.
Testing... Ame
I won too! No bragging rights since I publicly lost round one and only won 2 and 3 in the privacy of my own head, but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I did not underestimate VG again! congrats, Lyd and Drew... Congratulations to my brother who learned well from Keats... Amy
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