Aaargghhh! There I was, polishing up my piece which, as is often the case, consisted of four four-line stanzas with ABAB rhymes, when I re-read the specification and saw that, unlike all other competitions known to man or beast, the limit was not sixteen lines, but the 'F' word - fourteen. So it's not so much back to the drawing-board as hacking at it with a chainsaw.
The swearing and cursing was at a level not usually heard from me unless I'm apostrophising Bill Gates.
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