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poetic imagery
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::As the applause from the previous award begins to fade,
attention is drawn stage right. From the wings emerges a stunning black 1970
Buick GSX. The vintage muscle car pulls up behind the podium, and a figure clad
in a black tux climbs out. bock's has somehow managed
to sneak a car on board. bock's walks to the other
side of the vehicle and opens the passenger door. Extending a hand, bock's
helps Lawhiney out of the car. She is wearing a dress
best described as........ SASSY! Together, they approach the podium. bock's begins to address the audience::
[color=#FF0000]Good evening, friends. Y'all are gonna have to put up with me once again, so try thinking
about post-award party while I give my usual hatchet job. I'll try to keep it
brief.[/color]
[color=#0000FF]Just like your attention span?[/color]
[color=#FF0000]Don't start anything, girl.[/color]
[color=#0000FF]HELLO!!!!! It's what I do.[/color]
[color=#FF0000]And with such enthusiasm![/color]
[color=#0000FF]Just for that, I'm taking your car.... Again.[/color]
[color=#FF0000]Not gonna happen.[/color]
[color=#0000FF]Oh.......? What's to stop me?[/color]
::Without warning, bock's reaches into his jacket and pulls a
Ruger Super Blackhawk. Spinning around, he raises the
weapon....
[size=150]Blam!!!![/size]
Raising
the barrel to his lips, bock's blows smoke from the muzzle. The car begins to
settle as air leaks from one of the tires. bock's,
deadpan, replies...::
[color=#FF0000]It has a flat. Yes!!! The bock's
rocks!!![/color]
[color=#0000FF]You're not all there, are you[/color].
[color=#FF0000]Guilty as charged. But it's time we returned
to business. [/color]
[color=#0000FF]All-righty-then. Okay
folks, tonight, we honor the poet who has best mastered the art of turning
words into visions, of giving life to Verse. One has proven to best display
this talent, and we honor that person this evening. The nominees are…[/color]
“To Bee
or Not To Bee” by Bubbles' Big Brother
"I'll
Give You a Dawn As a Keepsake” by Montery
Jack
"After
the
"Gadget's
Delay”, by Bubbles' Big Brother
“Where
Dreams May Lead” by Bubbles' Big Brother
“How Long
– A Lament” by
[color=#FF0000]Tonight, the winner of "Best Poetic
Imagery" is...Mr. Spumoni for “After the Mission” and Montery
Jack for "I'll Give You a Dawn As a Keepsake”. Congratulations![/color]
::As
‘Psycho’ by Puddle of Mudd begins to play out over
the crowd of the Walt Disney Theater Spumoni’s ears perk up and he faces the
stage with a big grin on his face.
::He
waves to the crowd as he comes down to the stage, blowing kisses to no one in
particular::
Spu (climbing up the stairs):
Well, wow, here we go again, eh?
::He
takes hold of the Golden Acorn and shakes the hand of the presenter. He holds
the award up high and listens as the crowd applauds::
Spu (smirking): “So, you liked
the way that I killed off all the Rangers, their friends, family, and
associates?
::The
crowd laughs::
Spu: Sometimes we need to take
ourselves a little less seriously, and if letting my words and pictures that
were presented in After the Mission struck you just right, then I say go with
it!
::Spumoni
waves to the crowd and then a large well-dressed mouse comes up on the stage.
He bears a striking resemblance to Monterey Jack and is only a tiny bit, just
about the size of a single letter, smaller then the Aussie. He speaks with a
pronounced Russian accent::
MONTERY JACK: Good evening!
Thank you for this honorary prize! I'm very glad that you liked my humble work
and appraised it so much, and being a novice to the Cafe I'm twice as honored!
Much thanks to everyone who read and evaluated my poetry, and my story. For my
part I tried to create a light romantic atmosphere and hope I managed to make
it.
I also want to thank my
friends and colleagues from the Russian CDRR Headquarters: Gyrotank, for his
invaluable help with the translation and Tanka for her romantic story "The
Dawn" which inspired me to write this story. If hadn't been for them, I
wouldn't have been here now!
Thanks again to all of you!
Hope to meet you in a year at the next ceremony!
::As
Montery Jack takes his prize his moustache sticks out
to the sides, his vision blurrs and he bellows
"A-A-ACO-O-O-RN-N-N!" Entranced, he leaves the stage and floats
across the hall to his place. Spumoni bows again as the crowd applauds and he
leaves the stage holding the Golden Acorn over his head. Lawhiney exits stage left as bock's recruits
a few frieds to push the crippled Buick off stage::