SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Challenge:  (A true story)  Gerhard Spitz and Martina Steindorf, both of Germany, were married in a Las Vegas casino recently in a "masked wedding." The pair were the winners of a radio contest in Germany where listeners matched the most compatible and most popular couple. The couple had only spoken once before the wedding, when the groom proposed to the bride on-air before they were flown to Las Vegas for their wedding. At the ceremony, the couple were masked until they were pronounced husband and wife. The groom then kissed the shaking bride, saying "It's fate that we are joined." The happy kids honeymooned in California, where the groom said "We're going to get acquainted."

Before the Ball by Amos

Far away, in mystic regions, where the flesh can never go,
Where magic is the trailhead, and the Spirit only knows,
Came an out-of-body bozo,  Gerhardt named, of German blood
Who was seeking for a Kindred Soul, to palliate his pud!

He had entered in a contest, in a fit of fleshly need
Run for lonely German singles by an ancient Hun named Steid,
Who would match you up for wedding vows, with a maiden all serene,
With a trick: you had to marry someone that you'd never seen!

Well, Gerhard's name got  picked and he began to fret and pant,
For he feared he'd be committed to a harridan (like his aunt),
Or a gal  who practiced Wagner, who was blonde and somewhat fat
And who pranced around the bedroom dressed in just a Viking hat.

So around the turn of midnight, tossing in a fretful sleep,
Into half-forgotten dreamlands did our handsome hero creep
Slipping outward on a silver thread, out of spacetime he did go,
To scout  the territory for his sleeping bod below!

With a kind of rusty  consciousness he peered into the gloom,
In a space he found halfway between Nirvana and his room.
And soon he saw a looming glow,  inviting, warm and bright,
And he navigated toward it in the meta-psychic night.

Then the tendrils of attention that he sent out hit a flame!
And he saw Martina's spirit there -- an ectoplasmic dame!
With a mist of soft attentiveness  around her in the night,
And an ectoplasmic nightie, just to keep things proper-like.

Something struck a chord between them and their minds began to burn
And they permeated mutually,  and twined and glowed and turned
And sent telepathic messages of the most endearing sort
Sharing ectoplasmic ecstasies, 'til sunrise caught them short.

So  in later weeks, when the winning pair was walking up the aisle,
With those isolating masks on, in the worst Germanic style,
He was free from apprehension, there was no surprise in store,
Though he'd  never seen or touched Martina's lovely hands before

And Martina too is smiling,  with a kind of mystic gaze
As the fiancé she's never seen approaches, all unfazed;
For they know they'll be united soon on a magic, mystic shore
And they have no fear of doing it, for they've walked that path before.

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