A big thank you to all of you who entered my blog giveaway contest. My apologies for the delay in posting, but it took me a while to not only pick a winner, but also find the best way to announce the winner. Following the example of many commenters, I felt it only appropriate to declare a winner in poetry. And when I say "poetry," I mean Poe-etry.
On this night in January, reading my blog's commentary
To finally declare an ending to this blog and Facebook warWatching all my friends competing, my favor for their words entreating
Their hope, that by the rest defeating, a custom-made CD to score.
The winner, whom I must decide, this awesome mix CD will score.
Now to pick one--what a chore!
An entry that I must adore: a lim'rick from my dear friend Laura
Whose drive and competing aura are two things I can't ignore.
Certainly she is no loser, but the question: will I choose her?
Would my music just confuse her? she knows Kate Nash, but little more.
She knows the Kate Nash song she gave me, but she's aware of little more--
The Beatles, Dylan, not much more.*
Dave, so coy, rewards my blogging with empty threats of late-night snogging
Methinks his memory needs jogging, as this has never worked before
Methinks his memory needs jogging, as this has never worked before
Certainly, this Mr. Healey knows I don't do "touchy-feely"
As such, his second entry really brings a little something more.
His Middle-Eastern couplets (or "ghazal") my favor they implore--
Yes, my favor they implore.
Patrick really thinks he's won it, bringing out a lovely sonnet
Such Shakespearean verse can truly make my jaw drop to the floor
With his smooth iambic phrasing, certainly the bar he's raising
While the others he's not praising, he's boosting the esprit de corps
(Yeah, that's right, I used some French, et je suis fabuleux, toujours!)
Does Patrick win? I'm still not sure.
On this night in January, thumbing through my dictionary
For some of this vocabulary falls above my verbal score**"Amphibrach" and "xanthocroic" sound, I will admit, heroic
But I must try to stay a stoic, with objectivity in store
I cannot let my thoughts be swayed by words I've never used before;
I have not used them heretofore.
With a flattering acrostic that is anything but caustic
Matt tells me I'm kind and nimble-minded and that I allure
Tyler does not try to woo me, but he might just see right through me
His sarcastic words eschew the ardent praise from those before
These two roommates, though contrasting, have an interesting rapport
Are they the winners? Still not sure...
Erik's Japanese translation earns a well-deserved ovation
It also is a nice vacation from the poetry galore
Camaraderie in force, is found in most of these discourses
Matt, with charity, endorses Erik's post, if he's passed o'er.
Sportsmanship is sort of a nice change from all the blood and gore,
(Although too much can be a bore!)
I should just get on with it; I don't know what I'm waiting for.
Patience here is quickly waning, but all these posts are entertaining!
This judging process is so draining--I know it won't be long before
I throw my hands up and exclaim that I can't do this anymore!
I'm done with poems, evermore!
That poem accomplished nothing. Basically, I'm the most indecisive person ever. Here's a breakdown of my awards:
Best Poem: Patrick's Sonnet
Most Original: Erik's Japanese Translation
Best Attempt to Win Through Flattery: Matt's Acrostic
Best Concession: Carly
Comment That Made Me Laugh the Loudest: (A tie!) Laura, "Also Patrick, you suck..." and Tyler's rant.
Best Comment That Assumes I'm Some Sort of Hussy Who Can Be Bought with Kisses: Dave
I guess I have to pick just one, and I think that winner is...
Patrick!
Congratulations, pal. You won it with a sonnet.
(But seriously, I have a million blank CDs, so I might just make one for everyone anyway.)
*This is in no way a dig on Laura's taste in music, though it is limited in scope. It's just kind of funny that one of my favorite artists on the mix is an artist to whom she introduced me!
**on the GRE, which was actually pretty awesome, but I needed something to rhyme, and so I'll pretend that I rocked the GRE less than I actually did.
Bravo. THat poem brought a tear to my soul because of its beauty. "Beauty is truth, truth, beauty" right? It's true I only know only a couple of musical artists, and I'm currently listening to my Bob Dylan CD on repeat so I don't really have time for your CD mix anyway :)
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