Twas The Night Before The Contest
Twas the day before the contest
And all through the blog
The hopefuls were chatting
Like a silent mobEach one kept their calm
As they started to type
In the back of their mind
They remembered the hypeIt had been some time
Since they all wrote their story
All in hopes
Of achieving this gloryThey wrote down their thoughts
Of what a chilehead meant
After some careful review
Their message was sentThey all tried to forget
and put it back in their minds
Because it was like being a kid
At Christmas timeAs march 10th drew near
We all would await
Soon we would learn
of a different fateIt seems Blair was ill
And that was OK
It just meant that it had to wait
For another dayThat day has now come
and tomorrow we will see
Who the top 5 are
That make historyTonight some will dream
As they toss around
Trying to get some sleep
as their hearts poundUp for grabs
Is a very fine prize
5 winners will be chosen
you can almost hear their criesFor what you will win
is something you cannot buy
its a set of bottles
made from our #1 guyTonight when you sleep
I hope you rest well
Tomorrow some will rejoice
While others raise hell.Should you not win
And you are not poor
For $800
You too can have some cutting room floor5 collectors will be chosen
from those on Blair’s site
Good luck to all
And to all a good night~ Chris & Ryan