[R. S. Gwynn]

"Gwynnlets" was Lew's idea, not mine. It's clear enough that the idea has been around for a good while.

[Esther Murer]

After great pain, a formal feeling comes
from tightly corseted bosoms, waists, and bums.

Tripping hither, tripping thither;
guess I'll just lie down and slither.

Your style is much too sanctified, your cut is too canonical
to fit the corporate image of the San Francisco Chronicle.

Where ignorant armies clash by night,
well-informed armies wait for light.

[Gail White]

Love those 2, John, and also Thomas's "batter."

Here are some oldies of mine:

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense. It's really time I cleaned the drains.


When I have fears that I may cease to be,
I hit the mall and have a shopping spree.


They that have power to hurt and will do none
Will not have much success in Washington.


Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
They cling unto her pantyhose.

[Philip Quinlan]

If I should die, think only this of me;
he had a life insurance policy.

October is marigold, and yet
these gloves will keep my hands from getting wet.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
Now the tax man cannot bill you.

[Jayne Osborn]

Philip,
Those are all brilliant.

Checking through back issues, I found this was the comp set for The Oldie in May 2006.
You won £5 for each couplet. I got a fiver for:

What is this life if full of care?
Too short to watch 'What Not To Wear'.

Of 24 couplets printed (by 19 entrants) my own favourites were:

'Tell me, where is Fancy bred?'
'Aisle No. 3 on the left,' he said.

Fair daffodils we weep to see
Six of you sold for 80p.

Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit:
Mother says, 'Get out the way, annoying little shit.'

I wandered lonely as a cloud;
(A simile of which I'm proud.)

Apparently it had originally been a New Statesman competition in 1956.