One might think of Orlando as gateway to the land of amusement parks, but one would be wrong. The city’s heart beats with a more profound purpose. Its citizens yearn for Art. Their souls demand Poetry.
But it’s not enough for poets to write poems. No, there has to be official governmental recognition if the verse is to really count. What is art without a politician’s approval?
And so Orlando is looking for its first poet laureate. A contest is under way, to be judged by professors at local universities, with a final decision made by no less than Mayor Buddy Dyer himself.
We have to admit that this tremendous honor is so desirable that The Scrapbook couldn’t help but humbly submit a couple of lines from our own “Love Song of D. Fauntleroy Duck.”
