‘Twas written for the competition
Did five sentences wander on the page
All frimzy were the judges,
And the prize was illustrates.
“Beware the copyright, my son!
The ponies that bite, the pokemon that catch!
Beware the run on sentence, and shun
The frumious comma-splice!”

He took his vorpal keyboard in hand:
Long time he sought a pithy quote —
So rested he by the official site,
And browsed a while in thought.

And, as in twisted prose he thought,
The convention date, with deadline looming,
Came whiffling through the registration line,
And marfled as it came!

One, two! Four, five! And through and through,
His vorpal keyboard went clicker-clack!
He left it said, and with it read,
He went to submit it back!

“And, hast thou posted your flash fiction submission?
Come to the panel, my flambunctious fur!
On Monday! Callooh, Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas written for the competition
Did five sentences wander on the page
All frimzy were the judges,
And the prize was illustrates.

(Five sentences, rated PG-13. No characters recognizable as copyrighted. Must be submitted by midnight the night before the competition. Must be present at the panel to win. Judges will be guests of honor. 1st prize wins an illustration of their story. 2nd and 3rd prize win drink tokens to drown their sorrows. Come along even if you didn’t submit–the readings are always funny.)