Competition is only natural.
The critic announced to the spectating crowd,
"Today we will judge of whom we are most proud!"
The first man's fancy dress sparked quite a sensation,
As he strode to the stand, he lapped up admiration.
With smug look on his face and in brazen tone,
He cried to crowd, "I will take the throne!
My skill at my craft cannot be matched!"
The showman posed, and prepared his attack.
"My grasp of wordplay knows no bounds!
My booming bravado, the sweetest of sounds!
My magniloquent mastery marvels and stuns,
Guaranteed to amaze and hold your attention!"
He flourished a bow, and the audience screamed.
The critic exclaimed, "What a wondrous thing!
Now, let's give our next contestant a hand,"
and a man humbly dressed walked up the stand.
"To make something matter is to give it new life.
Gods, are we, given this light."
The crowd became silent, all eyes on the critic.
He barked and he jeered, "What rubbish is this?
Your words were hardly lengthy at all!
And not once, not ONCE, did you make us feel small!"
The crowd bleated with him, "This is all you brought?"
His suspicions proved true, the sad poet thought,
"These words, to them, are no more than they seem;
Not one of these animals care what I mean."
"Today we will judge of whom we are most proud!"
The first man's fancy dress sparked quite a sensation,
As he strode to the stand, he lapped up admiration.
With smug look on his face and in brazen tone,
He cried to crowd, "I will take the throne!
My skill at my craft cannot be matched!"
The showman posed, and prepared his attack.
"My grasp of wordplay knows no bounds!
My booming bravado, the sweetest of sounds!
My magniloquent mastery marvels and stuns,
Guaranteed to amaze and hold your attention!"
He flourished a bow, and the audience screamed.
The critic exclaimed, "What a wondrous thing!
Now, let's give our next contestant a hand,"
and a man humbly dressed walked up the stand.
"To make something matter is to give it new life.
Gods, are we, given this light."
The crowd became silent, all eyes on the critic.
He barked and he jeered, "What rubbish is this?
Your words were hardly lengthy at all!
And not once, not ONCE, did you make us feel small!"
The crowd bleated with him, "This is all you brought?"
His suspicions proved true, the sad poet thought,
"These words, to them, are no more than they seem;
Not one of these animals care what I mean."