A day late for this story, but oh well, here's the tale:
Over the years I have
submitted many theoretically funny essays, stories and poems to be judged for
the Writer’s Digest annual contest.
None of them have gotten
the slightest moment of recognition.
One day in the he coffee
room at work, I found a freshly delivered box of flowers in the garbage
can. The image stuck with me and by the
end of the weekend, this was in my head.
I sent it in, and it
took 7th place in the Rhyming Poetry category in 2010.
Perhaps I’m focused on
the wrong type of expression?
Here's the poem:
