Escape Pod Dreams - 17
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2003
I'm sorry, is that your dipthong I just stepped on? Well, you shouldn't be sitting there with your back to me!
Some bright-eyed and bored to tears person put a suggestion in the service entrance complaint box that it might be fun to have an Annual Poetry context (sic!).
Some brass beanie bozo in the Upper Manglement actually cleaned out the complaint box and READ the stuff, instead of dumping it in the shredder like the rest of the Old Tie School Boys, and decided that an Annual Poetry contest might be a good idea.
For some strange reason, it was decided also that it should extend only to listeners and that no one who works here should be allowed to enter, because that would be, um, unfair to the listeners...
As if anyone thought about fairness or the listeners during production meetings or recording sessions...
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Sorry about that. That fellow no longer works here. Thus, in a slightly happy thought, he will now be eligible to win the Annual Poetry contest.
Anyway, it was decided by the aforementioned Upper Mangler that all the poetry should have an Annual theme, y'know, like with years, 365 days, 13 calendar pages... unless you have one of them perpetual calendars, in which case you have problems severe enough to qualify to be my next spouse... after you arm wrestle the current one in waist-deep chocolate mousse...
Ah... what an image that brings to mind... Bertha in her fatigues and bovver boots, you in a yellow Speedo and pink New Balance cross-trainers...
The music swells, the MC bellows and the event of the season begins!
Let me know how it ends. I'll be at home watching tapes of the Prince's concerts, trying to figure out how much carpet tape was used to keep some of those women's outfits on...
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Sorry about that.
That lady no longer works here, either. One more for the contest.
Anyway...BR/>
