Melissa Balmain and Mae Scanlan get hon menshes. Chris O'Carroll and Bazza bear away twenty-five quid each and deservedly so. Well done all of you. I must admit a Justin Bieber chest hair fills me with a wild surmise. Does he have them?
This week asks for bad poetry, which isn't all that easy to writte, not when you're trying to make it bad. There are two books I might bring to your attention if it is bad poetry you want, 'The Stuffed Owl' edited by D B Wyndham Lewis and Charles Lee, and Pegasus Descending' edited by X J Kennedy, James Camp and Keith Waldrop - a gem that one!
Ther date beside the Thread Name is the closing date for entries. This is an idea by Jayne, and a jolly good one.
No. 2742: EASTERTIDE
Amanda Kittrick Ros, reputedly the world’s worst novelist, was also a poet. You are invited to take as your first line, ‘Dear Lord the day of eggs is here...’, which is the opening to her poem ‘Eastertide’, and continue, in a similarly bad vein, for up to 16 lines. Please email entries, wherever possible, to
lucy@spectator.co.uk by midday on 4 April.
Speccie Eastertide 4th April
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