[George Simmers]

Looking through some old files on a computer disk, I found this, which I submitted when a similar competition was set back in the eighties. It didn't win, and I can see why. I don't think I'll send it in this time.

I shall not fudge or fib. Let's
Be quite frank - I love your giblets.
Just imagining your liver,
I feel shivers of delight,
And I'll wager your intestines
Are the best in all the world
(So pinky-white, so nicely curled...)

I picture your interior
One superior arcade.
With such precious things displayed.
From your adenoids to bladder
How I cherish every part.
Yet this only makes me sadder.
For you're not complete, alack.
I'm convinced you'd love me back
If you'd even half a heart.

[John Whitworth]

Oh I rather like that, George. A little touch of Hannibal in the night. But not quite right for this competition because too many body parts eh?

[George Simmers]

Yes, it does sound rather like the work of a trainee serial killer, doesn't it? I occasionally worry about my younger self - but I hope that these days I'm much more balanced and boring.