[Julie Steiner]

The rules don't stipulate perfect rhyme. Might this have a chance if I enter it under the name Rowena Wilfred?

Stradegy

Just what he did’s the biggest rid-
dle. Every luthier’s tried
and failed. Too bad. We stalk old Strad,
but still can’t match his stride.

The way he glued? We’ve misconstrued.
The way he planed? We've strayed.
High tech and CAD might coax from Strad
the secrets of his trade.

We must succeed! His genius treed,
we’ll dance where genius trod!
The woods employed? Long since destroyed.
Our gold-spun hopes are strawed.