[John Whitworth]

Bill Greenwell's short story won the fiver, Chris O'Carroll's won money and Bazza was an unlucky hon mensh.

I am sure Poetry Review ran this Larkin Comp yonks ago. What is more, I won it. But I haven't got what I won with. So back to the drawing board.

NO. 2730: This be the reverse
You are invited to supply a refutation in verse of Philip Larkin’s assertion ‘They fuck you up, your mum and dad’ (16 lines maximum). It is up to you whether or not you write it in the style of Larkin. Please email entries, where possible, to email lucy@spectator.co.uk. by midday on 11 January.

[Roger Slater]

I had a losing Speccie entry in 2010 that riffed on the Larkin, but it doesn't quite fit the assignment. I might sub it anyway:

"To Be, Or Not To Be"

They fuck your mum, they kill your dad,
If what the ghost declared is true.
To be, or not to be? Both bad,
So what's a boy like me to do?

To think about my uncle's deed
Sure makes my Danish blue blood boil!
If it were up to me, he'd bleed,
He'd shuffle off his mortal coil.

Yet maybe I should just give in
And stick my crown up on the shelf?
The deck is stacked. I cannot win.
I wonder, should I kill myself?

[John Whitworth]

I had a sambi/bambi rhyme in the last stanza but I found that nobody except our family calls sandwichs 'sambies' The term is 'sarnies'. So there was a good idea out of the window. The fifth line could run 'They give you oodles of advice'. Is that better?


This Be the Reverse

They buck you up, your mum and dad.
Don't think they're simply dry old sticks.
When you feel put upon or sad
You'll find they act like utter bricks.

They give you bags of free advice,
Shed-loads of really useful stuff,
And not just once or even twice,
Since once or twice is not enough.

They bring you love. They bring you joy.
They even pay your parking fines.
And that's why every girl and boy
Should treat them like the finest wines.

They tuck you up, your ma and pa,
They bring you cocoa by the mugful.
They make you feel that you're a star,
And cute and cuddlesome and hugful.

[Jayne Osborn]

That's great, John.

I'd leave L5 as you have it, as 'oodles' and 'shedloads' are too similar to have both.
Could the last stanza go something like:

They tuck you up, your ma and pa,
With lovely cocoa in large mugs.
They make you feel that you're a star,
So give them thanks, and lots of hugs.

It cuts out one 'They' (not that that's a problem) but I think it ought to round off like the penultimate stanza does, exhorting the offspring to be bloody grateful!
Just a thought.

Jayne

[Roger Slater]

They're always there, your mum and dad,
To help you out through thick and thin,
To cheer you up when you feel sad,
To turn your frown into a grin.

And they were cheered up in their day
By mums and dads they called their own.
You wish that you could find a way
To thank them? Why not try the phone?

Just ring them up, and when you do,
Exclaim that they're your sun and moon,
And make their day by saying you
Will give them lots of grandkids soon.

[John Whitworth]

OK, Jayne. I agree. That last stanza isn't totally satisfactory. I can mend it a bit.

They tuck you up.your ma and pa,
And bring you cocoa by the mugful.
They make you feel a superstar,
Sweet, sexy, cuddlesome and hugful.

This possibly suits girls best, but lots of boys want to be sexy and cuddlesome. And aren't, alas.

[Orwn Acra]

They tuck you in, your mum and dad
Whenever evil is abuzz,
The bestest ones you've ever had
Who give you kisses just because.

They are the sempiternal wheel
That moves against all crooks and cronies.
They give you cake for every meal
And buy you cottages and ponies.

You know that they had parents too
With children to make better, a
Chain of parents who had parents who
Had parents too, etcetera.