"So, gentlemen," begins the chair
"Our star property is developing.
She's past the stage of 'Girl Next Door' charm,
and we need to know
how to sell her new album.
Suggestions?"  A silence.

"I know," says one, "she's very keen
on stage and theatre.
Perhaps a Shakespearean theme?"
There are murmurs,
but little enthusiasm.
Another pipes up.
"I understand she has an interest in ecology.
Could we be thinking nature?  Conservation?"
"I think not," says the chair, "though the subtexts
in her songs are clear.  No,
we're missing something obvious.
There HAS to be a way."

Chins are rubbed,
heads scratched.  Ideas rejected thick and fast -
Literature?  No.
Politics?  No.
One points out her skill as a painter,
but it is felt that art can be rather subjective.

At last, one young turk
slowly pushes his chair back,
the light of inspiration on his keen young face.
All eyes turn to him in anticipation
as he slowly stands,
spreading smile and spreading hands.

"I've GOT it!" he cries.
"Why don't we market her as a galloping *****?"

The board room collapses
in ecstatic applause,
and the young man seals his fate
as the label's next creative director.