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"Short Poem Competition Revival"

I don't need to introduce this. It;s the Short Poem Competition. I give you a word, you create literary verse about it and then, magically, a winner is produced. The winning date shall not be announced. Ever.

The words you have to base your brilliance around are below

'(Park) Bench'

Get styling, you hip young cats.

WINNER

Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench

Mithril

Ah,
Mithril.

To:
The Scots

[I]Dear Azul,
If I mean t for my poetry
to be good
or even
readable
I would take your wonderous advice

Unfortunately
I shall not.

mattributé wrote:
> Nash
>
> [I]I love you so
> but, so, you do not love me
> oh, how times have changed
> sands have shifted
> you geek.


Yer I do, gayby;
Geek?
...
gayby!

[I]mattributé to the A

mattributé your use of
enjambement is excessive and
somewhat unnecessary.

try using a comma, perhaps,
like that and other forms of
punctuation like this;
like that

enjambement is a wonderful
word

Nob-faced step brother

[I]OMG
at school
mate
it's well good

we have a science teacher
scouse bast
so we shout
'hillsborough' at him
LOL

But what if,
dear step brother,
if someone chanted
'munich' at you?

'he'd get banged'

nob.

Bed

[I]Forget handheld gaming
or portable music player
they should make a bed-on-the-go

Soup

[I]Soup is the devil
to be hated
scorned across the land
by all
all with sense, that is

the snack bar
in college
serves it -
80 pence a pop

[B]TODAY'S SPECIAL
PEA AND BACON

Minestrone

How I once loathed your name
But could look past it for the souply goodness
Only to realise the name was foreign
Which explained it and made it forgiveable

For your effortless cooking
and mesmeric rapid stirring
I love you

You warm my heart
You warm my soul
You warm my stomach
You burn my fingers

Nash

[I]I love you so
but, so, you do not love me
oh, how times have changed
sands have shifted
you geek.

I actually like the Gervais one. The MSN one is so true.