The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

*quickly forces self to wake up from a catatonic stupor caused by drinking an excessive amount (half a glass) of the Bar’s tap water*

A strange reoccurring dream overtook me in my sleep over the last few nights: I was a completely different person, vacationing in southern Italy, preventing me from producing an expedient conclusion to the poetry contest. Given the preposterous nature of the dream though, I’m sure it’s merely nonsense. Anyway, with the prizes!

FIRST: Please give a somber round of applause to Zany Zanes, who simply cannot get enough of judging poetry.

Zany Zanes wrote:

Perspectives

As night descends, stomata close,
To conserve energy.
As the sun no longer supplies,
The photons needed,
For gas exchange,
And the carbon cycle.
How fascinating is it,
That even plants sleep?
I wonder what they might dream of,
With perspectives so removed from mine.
Perhaps they just wait,
For the sun.

Unfortunately, you submitted the exact type of poetry I was looking for. In fact, you hit upon a sentimental sweet spot, for I once had photosynthesis memorized to a T, or I guess a C, since we’re dealing with carbon. However, as time erases everything, so too was all my knowledge of the process… except rubisco, I’ll never forget rubisco.

SECOND: Please congratulate CSharpa for their riveting contribution to the contest:

CSharpa wrote:

Did not expect to get third in last's poetry contest.

Not participating in this one, unless I decide to change my mind.

Well, now you’re in Second! How does it feel to move up in the contest? Because ZZ has judged the last few contests and probably has an indent of the Tiara upon the crown of their shadowy head, I’ll leave it up to them to decide whether they want to bequeath the burden of judging to you. Who knows, instead of creating poetry, you might find judging to be horrendous fun!

THIRD: Please give a roaring round of applause to our Third place winner, Neutrality Foundation for this exquisite entry:

Neutrality Foundation wrote:

Outside my Window

I thought I saw you,
Dancing in the moon light,
But then the sun came up,
And you were gone,
Like the morning mist.

Another wonderful entry, and also exactly what I was looking for! I very much enjoyed the image this poem created, especially the apt comparison to morning mist at the end. Well done!

You have no idea how uncomfortable this tiara is when trying to have a good night sleep on the floorboards. Have fun with the next contest!

Skrakia wrote:

*Pulls in 1902 Emerson Upright Piano*

https://youtu.be/WKlcTG8GbB8?si=QkiRJ78bVF4jq-A6

*Does a twirl and ragtime dance with enough gyrations to create a 1902 scandal*

The Janitor of the Bar on the Corner wrote:

"And now I gotta do this job all by myself!!!"

If you attempted to do your job and actually started cleaning the Bar, I’m sure you’d have to first duel Consuela de la Morrela, and I would pay great sums of money (if I had any) to see what she could do with a Lemon Pledge and a broomstick.

Claibornia wrote:

Hello guys, just stopping by to check how the most dangerous and deadly bestest bar in NationStates is doing!

Wonderful! How are you doing? Wonderful too I hope? What would make your day wonderful? There’s some peanuts on the counter, god only knows how long they’ve been there though. Why don’t you try one and tell us?

Beep Boop

Zombie Goats wrote:

*The goats sweep away Niffty the regional maid*

Rubs hands gleefully.

Excellent!

The Janitor of the Bar on the Corner wrote:

"And now I gotta do this job all by myself!!!"

Really? You? All by yourself?

Rolls eyes, and stifles a laugh.

Alta Sil wrote:

If you attempted to do your job and actually started cleaning the Bar, I’m sure you’d have to first duel Consuela de la Morrela, and I would pay great sums of money (if I had any) to see what she could do with a Lemon Pledge and a broomstick...

Spins two spray cans of Lemon Pledge in her hands, throwing them up into the air, and allowing them to land perfectly into her utility belt holsters...

Ju have to ask jourself one question - Do I feel lucky?

Well do you?

Leans on broomstick that she briefly and cautiously inspects for how tight the broomhead is attached to the stick...

Bad Bread wrote:

Some alcoholic water please

*A zombie brings over some watered down alcohol*

The Grimm Reaper wrote:

_{YE GODS! IT'S DEAD IN HERE!}

And who's fault is that?

Congrats Zany Zanes! To celebrate let's go ahead and start the poetry contest. Zany Zanes could be judging and there may or may not be a theme.