It's simple. Mongo has composed one of his dreaded Odes
The only rule is that you use the Contact Us form on our website to send your answers in. This is fairly obviously a cunning ploy to get you on our mailing list so we can let you know about further Cool New Products in the future. Hopefully that's a small price to pay. But if you really, really don't want to be on the mailing list, just say so in your entry and we promise we won't add you. Really. (But then you'll miss out...)
As entries come in I'll post them below (anonymously, don't worry) so you can laugh at what other people are thinking, and hone your answers. And if everybody gets it straight off, I'll have Mongo flogged. Good luck!
MONGO'S ODE
That ancient swift-winged messenger
The daughter of the light
Who onetime paced across the sky
And sang dispatches from on high
Her footsteps burning bright
Now joins the swiftest from below
In reckless wondrous dance
And tattoo'd patterns weaving round
Keep step with vaults of pulsing sound
Infusing their romance
The taste of this forbidden love
Is nectar to the bold
And sampling each forbidden bite
They dance away along the light
Toward their hidden gold.
Well, there you go, folks... test your mettle against Mongo's madness!
Best wishes, The Professor (and Mongo)
