Resolved to attain celebrity
By whatever means
She painstakingly built a time machine
From stolen plans; carefully eased
Herself into the conveyance
And plugged in the time
Her plan: to discover tomorrows
Masterpieces ahead of time, and beat
The authentic creator to the finish line
She didn't count on evolution
Playing so huge a part-
Her very large derrière became stuck
In a decade of slinky outfits
A veritable hell world
She had absolutely nothing to wear
Even worse she could not return
To the present
To turn in the winning submissions.
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