Enter any poem you like. Heck, enter a 9-page essay on the bad effects of philanthropy, and you will "win." If you really want to read what I submitted (half of the words in this were created by a randomly-opened dictionary) here it is-
Apocalypse
Yea, the great opposum,
upon his humble hind lay a flea of twenty,
who's vast fisheries exceeded rest,
"but why?" quoth the flea,
"must I tabanise myself upon this marsupial hide?,"
"The tollage lieth beyond."
Along the line of sand grains Crotalus basks awaiting,
till blazing sheets of flame parget the shining portal,
and death lie awaiting infenitismal legions,
abrasions on marsupial hides be lessened,
Pestilence cometh to the Siphonapteran.
The gate of peril gloweth before the fleafolk,
blazing like an unearthen comet,
pulling through the parasites three by three,
three by three they disappeared,
through the window of no mercy,
defenestrated.