Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

And so, like your story,

the poem, this doth go

Looking to bring home the dough!

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$280, 000 (two hundred eighty thousand)

You have reported!

Wow...I think I'm in...

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"Just write a haiku," you say?

ok, alright then...

I will follow through for you!

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Props for your first challenge, friend!

Would I pay that much?

For a piece of Paper Inked?

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"Nope," said I, the little hen!

But if I did so...

I would peck the words like corn...

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"Maybe if it was wood, I would,"

said Toothy Woodchuck.

After all, paper is wood!

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"Only if it rolls in mud,"

Papa Pig Snorted,

"And if I could eat the words..."

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"(Moo-ve) over," said Mama Cow

Let me read some more

"And then I will make my choice!"

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The whole barn yard was lit up...

It was quite the fuss!

Art is art, do not deny!

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In the end, they did agree

It was more than just a poem

Iconic it could be called!

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Who wouldn't love to have a handwritten copy of not just words, but an embodiment of Christmas spirit*? But would I personally pay that amount? Probably not. $280,000 would feed a lot of hungry people...and isn't that in the spirit of Christmas, too?

Clement C. Moore's Twas the Night Before Christmas