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In Competition No. 3037 you were invited to take a song by Abba or the Beatles and rewrite the lyrics as a sonnet. Oh, for more space. Your entries were especially clever and funny this week, and the winners were chosen only after protracted agonising. Those printed below take £20 each.

O Jude! Fear not, and look not so downcast,
But sing a plaintive air, then let her in.
The minute Melancholy’s mood hath passed,
Then seek her and invite her ’neath thy skin.
Each time that sorrow pains thy sense, refrain!
Nor, Atlas-like, bear not this mournful orb
Upon thy weary shoulders, for in vain
Do fools, appearing cool, its heat absorb.
So let it out and let it in, O Jude;
Wait not for other fellows to perform,
For well thou knowest, music is Love’s food:
Hold hard thy breath — thou goest down a storm!
Sing then, and make it better! To conclude:
Hey nonny, nonny, nonny no — Hey Jude!
David Silverman
 
A revolution thou would’st have, thou say’st.