Bonjour. C'est va? Chacune de vos remarques liminaires a été très bonne et éclairante. Merci.
In his opening remarks, Sir David touched on playing just to have fun and I think that is important. So let's explore that shall we? As much as I acted like I disliked the rhyming round, I actually found that to be very, very fun. I'm going to share my poems with you all and in return I'd like you to write a poem 10 to 20 lines about your most FUN round in the game.
Diana, this was my poem to you. Please tell me your most fun round in a poem.
The gracious Diana has always treated me like kin.
Protective and forthright, true qualities of a friend.
With a mind that is sharp, and prose that goes on for days
She helps run the game in her charming and sarcastic ways.
She narrates adventures of tales near and far
When it comes to social prowess, it's she who sets the bar.
David, here is my poem to you. Please tell me your most fun adventure in the Goes Wrong ORG.
Sir David Suchet always gallant and strong
Thinking about your bed chamber has just always seemed so wrong.
Trumpeter, please blow your horn about the most fun round for you. And here is my ode written as my final bow.
In twilight's grace, where shadows dance,
A trumpeter stands as if in a trance.
His horn glistens and shines under starry night,
His music so off key it gives the others a fright.
In every chord, a tale unfolds
Of lines, of lies, of votes untold.
His fingers flutter, swift and sure,
In hopes of alliances he's off to lure.
Beneath this game's messed up haze,
His music weaves through winding maze.
It speaks of joy, it speaks of pain,
A symphony of the soul, a sweet refrain.
With each resounding, echoing blast
It reminds us that this game is ending fast.
His trumpet sings of rounds that have passed,
And futures bright, where dreams can amass.
So let the trumpeter continue to play
Although his melodies make us all run away.
For in his music, we wholeheartedly agree
Our confessionals need earplugs in mass and for free.
