I'm a little late in posting this. It doesn't say the thing should be a poem but it doesn't say it shouldn't. I'm not sure my take on it is quite what they want.
No. 2582: Proverbial?
You are invited to submit proverbs for the 21st century (150 words maximum). Entries to ‘Competition 2582’ by 5 February or email
lucy@spectator.co.uk.
Proverbial?
Flash birds pleasure no losers
Flush nerds favour no boozers
Fresh gourds threaten no porkers
Fierce Kurds threaten no Ghurkas
Fey Lords lack for no toyboys
Fat broads look for no joyboys
Fresh turds flatter no pavements
Fly frauds flutter no boardrooms
Flown birds gather no mothballs
French hordes fluster no true brits
Fake furs slaughter no fox cubs
Fast foods flavour no noseholes
Fast tarts service no tosspots
Fast dudes fart in no pisspots
Fine bards scatter no wordlists
Fine words butter no parsnips