The M.O.& A.N.O.B.B. N' W. Award

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Never in my wildest dreams,
Had I ever in my lifetime 'think'
I would be so highly honored.
With such a prestigious citation.

I have been moved emotionally,
By such an incredible and heartfelt jesture.
And...
May I say,
If it had not been for 'you'...
Those I have come to touch.
This award...
The first of its kind,
Would not have been made possible.
Just to know my efforts,
Are being duly noted!
And in this acceptance,
I express my appreciation.

I thank each and every one of you,
Responsible for this.
And may this achievement,
Be not the end...
But the beginning,
Of more of that which you expect.'

~Well,
What do you think?
Too long?
Should I 'add' or cut out something? ~

*Oh heavens no!
But I do think,
A slow dropping tear...
From your left eye...
Should bring the audience to its collective feet.
That would clinched it.
Expect thunderous applause.*

~Brilliant.
I love it.
That 'tear' falling business,
Is great.
Thank you!
And that would reek of sincerity too!
I will prove to them,
They have chosen the right one.~

*Oh, yeah...
Repeat again for me,
The name of the award.*

~Sure.
No problem.
It's The Most Obnoxious and Arrogant Negro,
To Offend Both Blacks n' Whites Award.

I am positive it will not be awarded too often.
I made sure my act would be a hard one to follow.
I've earned this.
Trust me.~

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