Monopoly Poetry Contest

There once was a poet named Neumann whose bile went as white as albumen. He emailed a missive, his ire derisive, attempting to yoke fellow humans. His target would not come to heel, so then it became an ordeal. Disguised as a contest, he tried a new conquest; to poets he made his appeal. “Go public,” he thought to himself, “and make the responses my wealth. Solicit opinions; Make poets my minions to injure his confidence’s health.” “I’ll leverage my feeble position, a mathematical-poet magician; They’ll write what I want, and hopefully blunt, because it’s the contest description.” “To him it will seem that I’ve won, with many usurping the one; I hope he’s not clever. I hope that he never decides to stick to his guns!” Now, what was this kvetching about? What was it that made Neumann pout? Contests galore! Each day more and more! From one he neglected to out; I haven’t a clue who he means. No monopoly here, that I’ve seen. The contests are fine (too slow, in my mind). Not terribly sure what to gleen. The authors will choose who they wish from this bowl of colorful fish that swim in the soup and go loop di loop when one of us says they’re delish! As far as the soup going cold, and quality starting to mold. It’s never been great, not now, or of late. A handful are more than so-so. It’s all about writing for fun and passing the time with a hum. Now, more than ever with Covid and Bad Weather, our lines are more than their sum. So give this poor sponsor a break; there’s really no damage at stake. We’re all having fun. Let bygones be bygones; enjoy the contests you make. Monopoly Contest Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann 4/12/2020