A Poetic Ring of Fire: Our Dog Steps into the Ring with Dueling Bards!
I have no doubt our beloved rot will win the day – for he is a noble (if not stinkin’) beast, and familiar with the discourse conventions of a variety of genres. Romantic wannabe poets and cosmo-swiggers will blanche and pale, and quiver and quake - make no mistake! The dawg is, after all, a master wordsmith – and can fling both flowers and browns adeptly, adroitly and with all needed aplomb and flow – he is da man, da dawg, da beastly best!
The fated time is sunset on Monday. The opponents will post their verse on their own blogs and the Mayden will settle the matter and declare a victor. We trust such a sweet soul will see clearly to the heart of the matter.
Rumor has it gambling is involved. And I have vowed to serve mint juleps and shots of jack in honor of our southern dawg!