This Day, the Judges’ Verdict shall be known.
The Stage is set; upon his modest Throne
The patient Arbiter awaits his Cue.
Beneath the Curtain, hid from public View
Until the Moment of Unveiling, lies
The Painting that hath gain’d the Turner Prize.
The Arbiter steps forward to announce
The winning Name; expectant Feeling mounts.
Shall Beauty triumph, scenes of Land or Sky
To ravish the Beholder’s gazing Eye,
Or shall the Public groan to find the Winner
Less appetizing than a Lap-dog's Dinner?
An unseen Hand now lets the Curtain fall,
And universal Laughter fills the Hall.
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 10-12-2012 at 04:04 AM.
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