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To: Poet who wrote (2294)	10/7/2002 2:55:58 PM
From: Original Mad Dog	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 7689

Honorable Mention in the Wergle Flomp parody poetry contest....at least I think it's a parody: ;-) Wergle Flomp Poetry Contest 2002 Honorable Mention S. M. Hall III Serenade When the fingers of day are curling Like a paralytic’s digits, and Diana’s moon pops out, We all pop out and want to get a little. When we don’t, we go home And put on a little Beethoven, And in a Romantic mood, poke out our eardrums, So we may then have an awful destiny to which we are Drawn like bugs to a blue light, Or ministers to a gussied-up policewoman, Which we doubt Byron and his band of chick-magnets Ever thought of as they looked at each new sky, Not knowing they didn’t have many left, But that is the poet’s function: It is his inevitable destiny To make an ass of himself in private, and then in public, When he reads from his book upside-down Loud moose-like bellows and nonsense syllables, And then stick his head under some woman’s dress And maybe get a little, or at least a Reminder to stop at the market and pick up some fish. Sent as a joke to Poetry.com, this poem received an honorable mention in the 2002 Wergle Flomp parody poetry contest sponsored by Winning Writers. winningwriters.com