[John Whitworth]

The Competition number is 111 and the rules exactly as I have stated them - verbatim from the magazine itself to which I am a subscriber. I don't think there is any mention of the competiton on the website.

Double posting eh? It's the short term memory that goes, isn't it.

[Janet Kenny]

I have just written a poem that's far too filthy to post here. I'm shocked at me.

I might send it.

PS: I did. And then I realised that my postal address makes it much worse.
Long Street
Point Vernon
Queensland.

[Chris van der Walt]

Thanks for being so considerate Janet. Your address is more than enough to make me blush...I bet the postman wears sunglasses when he delivers your mail.

[Janet Kenny]

Originally Posted by Chris Greene

Thanks for being so considerate Janet. Your address is more than enough to make me blush...I bet the postman wears sunglasses when he delivers your mail.

How did you guess Chris?

[Roger Slater]

Janet, I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours.

[Marion Shore]

Bob,
Ay! That never occurred to me! blush blush

Sam,
Maybe you could take that bad joke and versify it into an equally bad poem.

[FOsen]

I once had a dog who could herd, beg,
Retrieve, sit-up, read, cook a shirred egg,

But the party trick that
Fell decidedly flat,

Was polishing shoes with his third leg.

Frank

[Roger Slater]

Funny, Frank, but you need two more stanzas.

[FOsen]

There, Stanley, that ought to do it.

Doh! Thanks, Bob.

[Marion Shore]

Since Sam did not take up my challenge to transform his bad joke into a bad poem, I felt compelled to do it myself. Somebody had to step up to the plate. (As you see, I've followed Frank's brilliant and innovative stanzaic-limerick form.)

Once a poor fellow named Mort
told his sweetheart (a critical sort)

that he'd had polio,

to which she said "Oh,
no wonder your third leg's so short!"