"Many entries made me laugh aloud, but few were truly dreadful."
What a perverse bit of judging! I'd assumed that they wanted poems masquerading as bad ones, but that were secretly good poems - and funny.
Nope. What they wanted was bona fide bad poems. Funniness was apparently disqualified.
And what is one to make of the fourth winner, where the last two lines of every stanza are identical, don't rhyme with anything (apart from the rather feeble internal rhyme 'dear/drear/dear[again]), and, at the risk of repeating myself, aren't funny?
Yeah, yeah, I know, it's supposed to be the season of goodwill to all men - except competition judges.
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