This is an entry to two contests. Yes, two! I'm just that efficient.
1: @felixgarciap's Flawless poetry contest, which can be found here: @felixgarciap/nineteenth-edition-of-the-lyric-poetry-contest-prompt-flawless.
2: @quillfire's challenge to the PHC community to expand on that poetry contest with a theme of the perfect roast. Why the perfect roast? Well, who doesn't like a good roast?
@quillfire himself put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) in the most eloquent way. His poem was more than fun to read and I enjoyed it greatly. Reading it made me begin to think of just how to respond to his challenge.
Then @owasco answered with a brilliant haiku of her own, leaving me backed up. Now I had to counter not only the sheer power of @quillfire's energy, but also @owasco's eloquent words. How does one respond to poetic brilliance such as this, such a resounding right hook or left cross? Why, with a much more direct right jab.
Behold, the epitome of poetic roasted brilliance: The Roast
There once was a man who would boast,
that he alone had the most flawless roast.
And though his guests were all hooked,
He had brought it pre-cooked;
All he really could bake was some toast.
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(c) Victor Wiebe
