Congrats to all the amazing entries on this week’s entry! Behold the winners of Amy Spalding’s new book The Reece Malcolm List:
THE TASK: Please write an acrostic poem about Elle’s footwear. (A reminder: this is an acrostic poem. If you read horizontally down, the first letter of each line spells something.)
Hey look over there,
It’s Muhammad Elle-Li!
She floats like a cute little butterfly
Stings like a fugly footwear bee
Fanning, thy game plan must be to perplex,
Onward and upward, toward fugly apex!
Our feet hide in fear of each new contraption;
To you orphan footwear flies, seeking adoption.
Thy boots suit neither pioneer nor Jane Austen,
Rally girls from Texas, soccer players in Boston;
And yet you caper and grin wide with glee,
Is it to celebrate a high seed year for thee?
Thomas Jane and Fug Nation share this attitude,
Really, we’d prefer your feet nude.
Sweeter times, they were, when
Harold Hill came to town.
I fell for Tommy Djilas, when
Papa – Mayor Shinn — wasn’t around.
Oh wait. That’s a musical, set in the
Oughts. Am I crazy? The
Proof is in these boots that
I bought. (Egads.)