This is an entry to the Detroit Obscenely Crazy Week competition, for an ode to a leader.
With careful consideration, I've come to the decision to share it with you all.
The time has arrived,
for an ode to a godmother,
she resides in Las Vegas,
and I can think of no other.
In case you didn't know,
this ode is about Aurora,
she swans around the streets,
the speeches never bore her.
You may see her sometimes,
flitting between soapboxes,
an agile BrianRourke follows her,
they're like a pair of foxes.
Friends as opposed to lovers,
associates as opposed to enemies,
she treats him well enough,
yet Camazotz still says "Deez".
So this is about a leader,
the leader of the Northern Lights,
I'm yet to see a spat,
or even a hint of a fight.
She's always impressed me,
and I hope she hears this Ode,
when I compare myself to her,
I feel like such a toad.
They say time is of the essence,
yet she never seems in a rush,
swaggering around Sin City,
the city she made so plush.
So I will end this ode here,
with a statement of admiration,
should you ever speak to Aurora,
you'll always enjoy the conversation. |
