Congratulations to Pipe Nightmare,
the winner -- by a wrinkled nose -- of the PoopReport limericks contest. His entry:
Martin Luther had "95 Theses,"
And Darwin, his "Origin of Species,"
But all that I've got
Is contained in the pot
As butt nuggets, dirt snakes and feces.
The challenge was to encapsulate the pooping experience into limerick form. And in that, Pipe Nightmare fully succeeded, indicting both religion and science as human pursuits not to be idealized but instead held on equal footing with the holy shit. A limerick truer to the PoopReporting philosophy I could not fathom. Mr. Nightmare, you deserve our applause and your
free t-shirt. (Email me your preferred size and style.)
However: in the introduction he wrote for the limerick contest, The Dumpster suggested that the winner might be crowned PoopReport Pooet Laureate, replacing Professor Lump from the haiku contest way back when. Well, let me tell you this: one winning poem does not a Pooet Laureate make. Maybe back in 2002, that was good enough. But this, PoopReporters, is 2006.
You see, anyone can get lucky with one limerick, or one haiku, or one sonnet, or one roses are red poem. Even Pipe Nightmare's two finalists in the contest could be a fluke. No, the true PoopReport Pooet Laureate must prove his or her worth over a series of pooetry challenges. Pipe Nightmare has won but the first.
Here is the next challenge: I give you the subject, you give us the limerick.
By serendipitous coincidence, this new contest marks the launch of This Occupied Stall: the PoopReport podcast. So this time, you're not going to submit your entry to this contest in the comments. No, you are going to record it for the podcast. So now it's not just your words -- it's also your delivery by which you will be judged.
The process is simple. I've set up a voicemail account at (818) 574-POOP. Call it up and leave your entry: say your name, read your limerick, and flush your toilet. We'll put them on the first podcast. Listeners will vote for their favorite.
For the true poet, your voice is as much your art as your pen. Use them both.
WHO IS ELIGIBLE?
Anyone can enter. However, due to the fact that this podcast can't go on all day, priority will be given to the ones that are truly good. If it's not funny, or poignant, or moving, we can't waste the listeners' time.
HOW MANY TIMES CAN I ENTER?
Once. Again, due to time restrictions, you've got one shot at this. So give us your BEST.
WHAT'S THE DEADLINE?
You must leave your entry at (818) 574-POOP by Sunday, June 18, at 6:00 Eastern Time Wednesday, July 5, at 11:59 PM EST.
SO WHAT'S THE SUBJECT?
Ladies and gentlemen, here is your task: make the funniest, the most appropriate, or the most poignant limerick based on this poop story. You can summarize the whole story, or you can dramatize a singular moment, or you can underscore the story's moral, or whatever. This story is your starting point. See where it takes you.
Why this story? In honor of the great heritage of the limerick, I Googled "PoopReport" and "Ireland" and this one came up.
As the race for PoopReport Pooet Laureate goes on, I'll figure out some algorithm by which we'll determine the standings. In the meantime, congratulations to Pipe Nightmare. Your victory is well deserved; but the battle has just begun.
Good luck!