Faith Waning

According to the Intrepid website, there are only 22 days left in the contest. Last night when I checked the winning submissions, a swell of excitement rose in my chest as I saw the name TRACY, listed. Then I scrolled down to see the surname Stapleton. They're toying with me, I'm sure. So I did another round of Shock and Awe, entering every single entry again. This doesn't take as long as you'd think. With American Idol results playing in the background, I felt a little like the rejected Idols... betrayed. In a fit of frustration, as a submission I entered my blog address. Am I jerk? Damn right, I am!

With the added angst of the evening, inspiration hit me and I believe I did some of my best work. Here are the new submissions. Maybe less is more:

Eating a croissant, spreading the brie
Cycling Loire Valley, forgetting ennui

(Granted, the use of the word spreading is suggestive. If sex sells, I'm all for it.)

Bangers and Mash
Chugging the ale
Sailing a barge
Explore Hill and Dale

(This submission is dependant on the idea that the Australian Intrepid staffers are beer drinkers. It's a stereotype I count on.)

When I think of England, it's not just Shakespeare,
But Bangers and Mash and large pints of beer.

(Yes, embrace those stereotypes!)

Biting my nails, picking my nose
Need a trip to England, everything blows!

(My angst again. Let it out! Use the pain!)

Provence leaves impressions
Ask Cezanne or Monet
The picnic is gravy
In this case, Bernais

(I'm referring to the Picnic in Provence trip offered. I consider this one the piece de resistance. Hmmmm, piece de resistance rhymes with Provence, France, Dance, etc...)

I know I'm getting a little rhymey rhymey, but it does take some skill.
But to win the contest, you must go in for the kill.

Yes, it has come to this. Is it desperation? My brain just can't stop. When April rolls around, will I still compose these ditties? I'll continue the contest with or without them! That'll show 'em!