A Bellows of Contest!

[Doofus]

Hark! Fellow artists and around with glee, a tournament of wordplay, let it be. Thy chance to prove thy wit and skill so keen, and seize the prize of three hundred dinar seen.

For in this contest victory is sweet, and to the winner goes the highest feat. But fear not if you're second in the line, two hundred dinar still a prize to shine.

Oh, but wait! A twist in this game we see, An extra hundred dinar offered be. To he or she or thee, whose wit can most defly bring. A satire of monotone Hornsby, who's wails ring.

Write and send letter to me, in the Krak De Rosa, to enter! Fair Jocasta, do not be bitter!

This was Aster, a poetry Master.