Lucy Vickery presents this week’s competition
In Competition No. 2685 you were invited to submit a marital dialogue in verse.
The scene set was one of interspousal disharmony: a domestic hell peopled by a familiar cast of nagging frigid wives and long-suffering, emotionally disengaged husbands. Not much ammo there for the pro-marriage lobby, then.
Tim Raikes, Bill Greenwell and Josephine Boyle were only narrowly eclipsed by the winners, printed below, who are rewarded with £25 each. Max Ross nabs the extra fiver.
Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
No, no — I need to sleep. No time for play.
Then, dear, make me immortal with a kiss.
I told you I’m too tired. Don’t take the piss.
You walk in beauty like the night, I think.
Please go to sleep. You’ve had too much to drink.
When I am old and grey, you may regret.
You’re there already, my forgetful pet.
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