Day Nine

Today's words

Trophy

Butter

User Interface

Pride

Salad

Button

"This year," the girl said, "I'm getting the first place trophy

"At the county fair. No more slimy butter

"Sculptures or yet another new iPod user interface.

"I've got my pride

"And this perfection salad

"Is going to push that winning button.

"And when I've hit that button

"They'll award me the trophy.

"This isn't any ordinary salad.

"Yes, there's butter

"In the dressing, but also pride.

"It makes the user interface

"With it. Yes, an interactive user interface

"That pushes hard on that button

"Marked pride.
"That's how I know that trophy

"Is mine. All for a bit of butter

"Drizzled on a salad."

"But what else is in that salad?

"You ask. How is there a user interface?

"Surely there's a secret ingredient, beyond mere butter."

The girl was mute as a button

As she awaited her trophy

With pride.

Well pride

Didn't win out, and that salad

Took home no trophy.

Instead it went to a new user interface

For web browsers. Honorable mention went to a giant button

Sculpted of butter.

Sameness is like butter,

Lubricating pride,

And easing the slip of the button

Into the hole. Instead of a novel salad

The judges felt safer with the user interface

And awarded its creator the trophy.

But the use of butter in the dressing for the salad

Was a good idea; it was the girl's pride that blunted the user interface

And failed to push the button that would have released the trophy.

Comment: I think "user interface" is two words, and I've already had "button."  Maybe I need to find a new word generator.