2016 Ellsworth Chese Curd Festival Medallion Hunt

The surfer curd girl wants fun in the sun,
So do the kooks, and they won’t be outdone.
The race is on to make sense of these words,
The winning rad can afford 50 pounds of curds.

Being paddle-battle kahuna should be your ideal, 
On public land it starts to get real.
Don’t be an aggro; play safe and play fair,
Dudes and dudettes, it’s time to take a dare.

Year after year your fest has evolved,
Change is good; that’s been resolved.
New for adults is a test of taste,
Wine, beer and curds, there’s no time to waste.

To be frank, my friends, this could get gnarly,
From the east you’ll start if on your Harley.
North, west or south – it’s in the open,
Stay in the pipeline and keep on hopin’.

Cinnamon sugar curds that are fried,
It’s a new cuisine that should be tried.
Fifteen years we’ve honored our cheese,
Some in reverence on bended knees.

Ocean sprays are surfers’ dreams,
You’ll find it there, closer than it seems.
Grassy knolls are all over the town,
What you need to do is narrow it down.