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Originally Posted by Jim Hayes
My curiosity was piqued, we had excellent poems I thought, so I wondered what marvels had edged us out.
We weren't even edged, not one HM among us.
This was the winner;
My credit card is Platinum -rated
I’m draught-proofed, lagged and insulated,
and I know it sounds a wee bit conceited
but I’m Christmas-bonus-ed and winter-heated.
By Council-officials I’m pampered and fussed
I’m Neighbourhood-watched, I’m community bussed,
they suggested a chair-lift, just in case
but I fear my bungalow hasn’t the space!
Dear Darling, I try hard to spend but I fear
‘There’s concessions for people of your age dear’
and though interest is low and the pound is weak
my premium Bond’s on a winning streak.
‘Live now and pay later’ the pessimist said
but by then, if I’m lucky, I may well be dead
so until this oldie bites the dust,
I’ll have me a boom instead of a bust.
Peter Davies.
And one of the MacGonagallesque runners-up ends;
I hitched a ride to where the whole world knows
A welcome is reportedly writ large--
Including food and lodging without charge.
Though at the start there was some opposition
They softened when they saw my dire position;
I’m in my old room now, whence Mum and Dad
Daren’t kick me out. This surely can’t be bad!
Gillian Ewing
I couldn't be bothered posting any of the others.
John if your cricket entry doesn't win, I won't bother supporting this lot again
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Well that settles it. We've all heard of the casting couch.
nudge, nudge. Either that or the oldies have moved on to the next phase.
Or...
Someone is lurking at Eratosphere and thinks we're breaking the amateur rules.