There once was a state in the mountains,
With folklore and poetry like fountains.
You, too, give a try,
A lim'rick let fly,
And cash you'll soon be a'countin'.
So you say you're a poet with talent,
With rhymes to spare so abundant?
Then film yourself soon
To reap your own boon,
With cash prizes lovely and gallant.
If you've got a taste for rhyme,
And you write from time to time,
Show your word stash--
You may win some cash
(Quite a bit more than one dime)!
You say you'd like to win some cash,
And show off your verbal stash,
Just send us your rhyme,
To get here in time,
Then come join us for a bash!