Evolution of a Poem of the Day

You probably think we just scribble these things up. That could not be further from the truth. The actual composition of the Poem of the Day is a long drawn out process, taking at least ten minutes. For instance, say the Rev. decides to write a poem about flowers. He comes up with the following rough draft:

O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O my luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

This is okay, I suppose, but not truly great. It is in iambic heptameter, which means it can be sung to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas. Rev. Xmos is not just any Emily Dickinson. Also notice the misspellings.

Oh my love is nice and
Sprung in June.
Oh my love is sweetly
Played in tune.

But we have gotten away from the flowers.

Flowers are nice
That are sprung in June.
They look very sweet
So don't smoosh them.

This is better, but it lacks imagery. Besides it doesn't even rhyme.

Flowers are nice.
They don't smell like rice.
They look very sweet,
So don't smoosh them with your feet.

Now you have a Poem of the Day.