So, yesterday I entered this.
And, today, I humbly--and here I think of Wilbur--accept my award: one pound of Bristol Farms very best butcher counter bacon, hand-delivered by the contest's gracious host.
Woohoo! I'm having a bacon party!
I've never quite won an award like this for my poetry. I can't wait to inform my long-suffering husband that--despite his protestations to the contrary--my chosen career path can indeed bring home the bacon.