
Just in time for the holidays….the Baltimore Brew gift card give-away. Best poem about the prosecution of Baltimore Mayor Sheila Dixon wins a gift card. We’ve got two to give away this week: a $25 Best Buy card and a $25 Giant card.
It doesn’t matter if you’re pro-Sheila or anti, if you think the whole thing is a politically-motivated waste of money or a stand we have to make against gift card grafty gravy.
Read on to learn how to enter (it’s easy!) and check out our starter limerick….Here’s the deal:
* It doesn’t matter whether you’re angry or amused, downcast or disgusted by this whole thing: the boyfriends, the jury consultants, all of it. Channel whatever you’ve got into a haiku, limerick or 14-line sonnet. (We won’t be picky about the rhyme scheme.)
* You know the basic story: our mayor is accused of theft for allegedly stealing $1,500 worth of gift cards given to her by developers who thought they were going to be used by the poor. Prosecutors say she bought video games, clothes and other items for her family’s personal use. She says she thought they were gifts meant only for her, from her developer boyfriend Ronald Lipscomb. (Like the fur coat she received from him.) Hence, it wasn’t theft!
* Send in your poem in the form of a comment on this post. We’ll publish every one we get (as long as they’re not offensive or otherwise over-the-line) and at the end of this week of testimony (we’re presuming it will go on at least that long) we’ll name two winners. Each winner will get a gift card.
* In the case of a tie, we’ll let readers decide. If this works out, we’ll do it again next week.
* A last thought: winners can, of course, apply the cards toward the purchase of whatever they want (some blackberries. A Blackberry. Jimmy Choos.) But a really classy thing, since we keep talking about “the needy,” would be to give your card to someone who really is. . .
* Here’s our lame attempt at a limerick to start you off. Brew readers we know you can do better. . . .
These cards were just presents for me,
From a businessman friend (well, from three…)
They weren’t meant for the poor,
Just to open the door
To my heart (and my tax breaks) you see!
