For a lark (and creative exercise), I decided to enter. Transportation to NYC is unfortunately not included in the prize, but in the against-all-odds event that I should win, I'll deal with that when I come to it (as I will the matter of who I'd bring).
This was my submission. I make no claims for its great lyricism, but it satisfies me:
Madonna works her figures out, stripped
On Sunset, Academy awards pout
Dressing up in all our love
Amazement fit just like a glove
You can see that poem and/or as many others as you like at the linked page above.
A young woman (I'm assuming) named Kelly Smith has made more than a few attempts; I guess she really wants those tickets.
Do you suppose she could be the same Kelly Smith I blogged about a couple of years ago?
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