A man thought he could get in behind it
And labor and sweat and grind it
But the butcher's fine counter
Was no easy surmounter
And you readers are all just dirty minded
There once was a man from Long Island
Whose boredom his mind was defiling
He offered some smokes
To the poetous blokes
And the one-hundredth poster was smiling
[I don't think the prize is actual smokes, but it rhymes easy... hehe]