Katherine Kenton's Lifetime Achievement Award

There's a little light left to be limed
 A sharp side of your soul left to shine
 Minutest of movements not mimed
 Fifteen minutes means so little time
 The spinning wheel's gold loses shine
 A nameless crook takes to his shrine
 The toll-less bell silently chimes
 To christen the night's bottle of wine
 Well there's a little lamb left in your lion
 By the pig that's still yearning for flying
 The princess hoping for bride
 A charmless prince clutches his last dime
 The air of a woman, sublime
 The silver screen tarnishes with time
 The wrinkles ravel and wind
 On the goddess's face soaked in brine
 The patina grows to a grime
 No conviction for the thief of time
 The princess now past her prime
 And mirrors still to be disguised
 Smiling eyes now painted wide
 No more mountains left to be climbed
 In the slick of the fine satin lining
 A chapel still glowing bright
 In a promise whispered through the night
 The faintest of fruits on the vine
 Knots left to unbind
 Edicts by which to abide
 Doors that swing open wide
 To a heart that doesn't mind
 All the pictures of your painted crimes
 The virtue squeezed out by your vice
 Or Lilly's tabloidesque slime
 Or Hazie's twisted surprise
 A fame mosquito, a social butterfly
 With name-drops to help you climb high
 The choicest of beaus left behind
 There's still plenty of clothes left on the line
 There's still plenty of clothes to wear when you die