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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

Pure

[I]Cocaine? No thanks
Heroin? I'd rather pass
Apple Juice? GIVE ME THE FECKING CARTON

Lies

[I]Ashman,
okay?

It woznt mi fowlt!!!

Mi liddul bruva
jus caem in da rum
and startid changin
fings

there once was a man from japan.
He lived in a can. Which may or may not look like a bench.

I bid thee goodnight.

Re-titled

[I]Our poems
like our lives
remain uncared for
un-nurtured
un-read

so why you've re-named your poem TWICE is beyond me
you dirty facist poser

Annoying Little Britain

Yeah
I know

Fit girl

[I]obviously
she's out of my league
but should i try bone her anyway?

Gentle Thoughts at 18:56

Oh.
It's five to seven.

Rather strange

[I]my day
was rather strange
let me explain

a fit girl
(cat faced, Cyloon, said)
got me to sit
with her
at the bus stop
as she waited to depart
happiness

i want to bone her hard.

Parklife

[I]Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as
(parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of it (parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some
Exercise

[Chorus]
ALL THE PEOPLE
SO MANY PEOPLE
THEY ALL GO HAND IN HAND
HAND IN HAND THROUGH THEIR PARKLIFE

Know what I mean
I get up when I want except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house (parklife)
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too it gives me a sense of enormous well
Being (parklife)
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit
Of my heart devoted to it (parklife)

[Chorus]

Parklife (parklife)
Parklife (parklife)

It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round
Parklife (parklife)

[Chorus x 2]