12 May 2012
This war of words began, So many years ago. From amongst the swagger and bravado emerged a renaissance man.
He proposed a battle of minds and vocabulary superlatives. Open to one and all... It was the great Stanza-Standoff.
He was to be the judge and jury, and quite rightly so. Adept at poetic fury was the man from long ago.
When the day arrived for the great competition, people flocked around. His plan came to fruition
As the people queued for miles, clutching papers, reading aloud. Eager to have their words fall on his noble ears.
As the metaphors flowed and the rhymes came thick and fast. He sat upon his judgemental chair, scrutinising each one.
Making notes on each candidate, spewing wise words, as the hurried people behind scrawled and scribbled. Aspiring for perfection from this great man
As the day drew to a close, thousands of people had bared their souls, hearts and teeth. Anticipating. Watching. Waiting. Bated breath and all those clichés.
He retired away to ponder. His verdict to be delivered in a few short hours, as expected for a man of his calibre .
But what the public did not know was that he had stole peoples musings and piece by piece, Cobbled together his own masterpiece. Then he promptly disappeared With not a decision in sight.
A fraud and a charlatan, he left people high and dry. Such a devious master plan. Plagiarism personified. people still ask why Even to this day...
But the answer will never be known For this supposed masterpiece Never made it to light - It remains as a mystery within a mystery, forever and ever.
The Great Stanza-Standoff • Opuss № I