Best Pageant Poems

God made the flowers
To compete with your beauty
But they always lose...

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Dragon saw an advertisement for a Beauty Pageant, He wanted in! No less!
It stated it was for the 1 to 5’s, so Dragon figured he fit right in. You guess?
When we got there: We were shocked! No Mom would let us in, at the door.
They...

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Nature held a Beauty Pageant
Guess who was crowned a crest? 
A flowery green meadow was the stage and rostrum
Watch who won the contest.

Well, the peacock from India was crowned beauty King
The bird of paradise from New Guinea became Beauty queen.

And last but not least was...

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A hush fell o'er the Little Kirk Presbyterian Congregation,
Anticipating the annual Sunday School Christmas presentation.
The solemn flock, (usually obsessed with predestination),
Relaxed in their pews to enjoy Jesus' birthday celebration!

For weeks, moms had fashioned halos, stars and angels' wings,
Also, beards, crowns and robes for the trio...

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Our community is holding a beauty pageant
Which is not that uncommon, right?
But the difference is, this pageant ain't for girls
Hang on, try to picture this sight
 
To be eligible to enter our little competition
You must be breathing just a tad
But here's a thing that's just...

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Jack Culotta, Jr. 
Is It Just a Beauty Pageant Answer?

World peace is a far-fetched idea in today’s world. Easy to say, hard to do.

But why can’t we work toward something that sounds good to me and you.

The question, though, is…What CAN we do…to make this...

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Gets up every morning
Puts her makeup on
Makes sure she looks perfect
Though everything is wrong
Stares into the mirror
Runs her fingers through her curls
Then she practices her plastic smile
Just like a pageant girl
Goes into the closet
Picks out her favorite dress
The one with yellow flowers
Always has to look...

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It was approved by the Session and duly recorded by the Clerk
That the youth would perform the Nativity Play at the Presbyterian Kirk.
'Twas further resolved that Sister Smythe, who had a proclivity
For curious creativity, would again manage this annual activity!

Venerable Sister Smythe had staged the...

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such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors 
stripped of habiliments)...

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Pageant Girl
She’s as pretty as a picture, she is.
Her Mother was in the biz.
She’s bubbly,
that girl has super fashion fizz!

Her hair has flare,
her curves bounce without a care,
as she struts by, people stare.
She wants to leave, but she’d never dare.

Her Mother pumps her with speed,
she’s...

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Our community is organizing a beauty pageant
That's doesn't seem uncommon, right?
The difference is, this pageant ain't for girls
Hang on now, this might give you a fright!
 
To be eligible to enter our competition
You must be breathing if only a tad
But one thing that's really different...

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Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style 
breathe prez sense frostily exaled aired
per millennia athwart 
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)

two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals 
and quirky superstitions lit 
(akin to a lit Christmass tree) 
starry eyed imagination

as catalyst viz...

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Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,

in constant discontentment caught
‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought
so enterprises turn awry’,
with not an inkling as to why.
Oh actors in this...

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It wasn't a memory as such but a story, 
Recounted time and again by parents loving and proud.
Young men are too occupied chasing visions and fleeing demons 
To remember.
Middle age concerns lean towards practicality, keeping or escaping it.
If there was a memory, it had surely...

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After the carols and the pageant
		of the birth, we walk through the night
		of Lexington to Suzanne and Fran’s.

		The streets are darker since a giant
		oak gave up the ghost and downed the lights.
		The colored bulbs at the Phi Gams’,
	
		still burning, though the brothers went
		a week ago,...

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