Spoiler
This is Tigersprite's prize for winning my contest.
An Ode to Tigersprite
Taiga, Taiga, burning bright
in the forests of the night.
The line above is not copyrighted,
merely borrowed for my delight.
Now this poem is a work of art because it rhymes.
Now it doesn't. That's life.
Taiga is a God, a woman of many skills.
She won Skins's contest with her gypsy powers.
She went at it like a raccoon high on acid and sugar that was trying to scamper out of a trailer, while becoming rabid as froth grew from its slobbery mouth, scaring every human being in the process.
Her short story was magnificent and it brought Skins to tears.
Or was that the onions she was slicing at the time?
As the gypsies dance and the trees whisper,
Taiga realises that she has gone insane.
Trees don't talk to you (unless you're John Smith from Pocahontas)
and gypsies don't-- oh, they do dance.
My mistake.
Nonetheless, Taiga is strong and beautiful.
She may be a gypsy and she may talk to trees,
but so long as her writing excels with brilliance,
she will forever be worshipped.
When the day she becomes rabid arrives,
Skins will not fret, nor will she cry.
Skins will just be happy that Taiga's joined her.
And now, Taiga bids us farewell
as we anticipate the next piece of art she produces.
(This poem in chat speak)
Taiga brns nd stuff in forests.
dnt wrry coz this aint copyright or nuthin
nd we all lik 2 rhyme.
Taiga is a god nd stuff.
shes lik a raccoon tha is rabid.
Skins cries @ onions.
gypsies and trees r cool
coz trees talk.
nd gypsies danc.
Taigas cool.
beeing rabid is cool.
evrything is cool.
Kfanxbi.
