Monday, January 28, 2008

the winning sonnet (by Froog)

Days spent in wrangling reams of turgid text,

The lovely Moonrat wastes her youthful bloom,

Quite lost in penniless, unlaundered gloom;

By boss’s obscure whims she’s sore perplexed,

By obstinate designer cruelly vexed,

Entombed in her untidy little room

To grapple with the Manuscript of Doom;

So ill-paid, unregarded, undersexed.

And yet her colleagues aren’t entirely mad;

The work gets done, the books turn out not bad;

Reviews soon have Robert feeling funky;

And Moonie’s thrilled, she brags to Mom and Dad;

Then home at last, so late and tired, but glad –

To snuggle up to dear Rally Monkey.


Maprilynne said...

Bwahahaha! Awesome!!!

Josephine Damian said...

Froog! You rule! Absolutely awesome! Much congrats.

Merry Monteleone said...

Congrats, congrats!!! This was great!

Froog said...

I won??

Wow. I can't remember the last time I won anything! Thank you.

Which beverage - and how much of it - did you snort out of your nose? That was the criterion, wasn't it?!

Can I have a different 'gem' on front and back?

angelle said...

omg this is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

Church Lady said...

Nicely done, Froog!!!

Lisa said...

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Tulsa said...


congrats congrats!

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