I stood in line shaking enraged
For I knew I was the winner ignored
Until I saw the line get shorter
That it was more important to show
Up with a well finished story
Than to arrive at the finish line
Empty handed.
The other people lookef at me
And shook their heads at me
And told me to move over
For only one rule matters
That you never get to this line
With unhemmed frills for judges only
Look at the finished product
For compete means complete it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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