For some reason, I've been rooting for Mr. Sterling in these poemdowns. I'm not sure why, but at a guess, I'd say it's because I think he just needs a bigger cheering section than Mr. Croshaw does; I just like things to feel even, is all.
And man, his poem today would have totally knocked it out of the park! The pacing is great and the smug glances at the camera are hilarious, but damn, that final "Mama mia..."
Oh well, ranking these things is kind of a stupid pastime anyway that no one is served by. Top notch entries from each of you, gentlemen, and I applaud you both.