Choice-Wise

Annette Arnold had recently left college And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; She grabbed pen and paper to describe Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice, And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight; Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains, Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white. Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn; Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may, Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none. Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes Where prince and duke sure habitat have, And king and princess choicest liquids sip; Where queen and gods fine victuals serve. Never must such his hallowed mistress With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict, Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths, He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist. And so first to hit her with resistless lines Was one William Watts imbiber of wines; Neither that dashing handsome nor wise; Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice. After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes, Known for most arresting manly physique; Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick. When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen He looked plain and of disposition mean; Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame, Unadorned with duke's resplendent name. And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex If records past might reveal lovers' specks; His faint affections as whims rose and fell; Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell. Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait; And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.