"A footman approached Ms. Minogue, who was fretting glamorously on a couch flanked by panther statues," is today's representative phrase from the New York Times arts section, so now the poem we are building goes like this: "A footman approached Ms. Minogue,/ who was fretting glamorously/ on a couch flanked by panther statues./ After some conversation and homemade sorbet,/ I watched a world of wonders unfold./ Bass was played, largely superfluously,/ by Mr. Brenner, an unlikely mix/ of Shamballa and shoo-be-doo./ The crowd for the most part swayed/ in reverent silence."
