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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

Dream Team

Matteh,
you seem to be
cruelly misguided.

Dream Team is a crap
TV show for
nine year olds that
tell people they're playing
for Man Utd's youth team.

Switch it off, ho.

New Star Soccer 2

[I]What a game

Whatabargain

Found on ebay
Bought the hard way
Music for me
Idiot is he
£17?

Quickest poem I've ever written

Eyes with feet

[I]A poorer username
I have not heard
since Ashman told me of
'stealty tiger'

Brains
Like tofu
Better when peppered
Difficult to find
In the supermarket
And
Online.

Deep

[I]like your mum

Dave's Small Pyjama Trousers

So the top fitted fine, but you cannot assume
That the pyjama trousers would fit to suit
He stretched them, and pulled them, but he ripped them by fault
Now he hangs like a light,
from the ceiling.

lack of siblings

[I]I have no sister
but have often ridden my cousin
Sheila
the horse

all night long

all night long

[I]love

to love
is to having sex with your sister