C ongratulations! Timeless trophy Gold
O r Silver, Bronze, straw drawn from empty hat.
Nothing less bling could be awarded that
G ains credibility once dunce tale'e told,
R epeated: A.P.'s circus tent should fold,
A bjured by poets pure who'd smell a rat
T riumphant scaring every living cat.
U seless to stretch one's brain pen wit writ, mould
L ines which would last until old time grows cold.
A las! Alack! Jumping Jehoshaphat!
T o chance are contest wins henceforth song sold,
I cononic trophy points aplenty doled
O ut in this way while wisdom's worth falls flat.
N o need to paint quaint moral, feed bonmot
S ublime, Time shows points pointless, prize gizmo.
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