It was the 6th of June, a Sunday, a day deemed Holy by many nuns. It was the year of our Lord, two-thousand and twenty-one.
SCENE 1: The Uninvited
There once was a poet, poetically uninvited,
Not tagged to play, a love you could say, most unrequited.
His rhymes were sung from silver tongue;
He flung true his kung fu and won,
Though some others preferred rhythm much more expedited.
SCENE 2: Enter the King
A champion did enter the ring
With songs upon songs for all to sing.
A master, for sure
Words cast so pure
All praised and hailed their brilliant Bard King!
SCENE 3: Hold the Applause
On bent knee did other contenders now bow,
Losing before choosing and not knowing how.
He rhymes for a living —
Thanks is for giving,
Should we just call it finished, right here and now?
SCENE 4: Full Circle
Now I find you at sweet imposition;
You’ve entered into battle with a verbal Magician.
What can I say
When not asked to play:
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
This was insanely fun. Thank you, everyone.
Jupiter Grant: I thought we were tight. I got all your other invites but this one was out of sight. It’s alright, I found it sometime last night. Good fight. You did more than alright.
Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg): Allow this to represent my pleasure in meeting you. I shan’t be offended that it’s me greeting you. This was a great idea for rhyming true, happy to play in future if you ever again do.
Peace. Love. Namaste.