In Competition No. 3328 you were invited to submit a poem on a topical theme in which the last two words of each line rhyme.
Some competitors were unsure whetherI meant that the last two words in each line should rhyme with each other, or with the next line. I meant the former, but given the ambiguous rubric either approach was acceptable.
My foggy thinking didn’t stop you from producing a cracking entry and, in an especially fiercely contested week, a prize of £25 is awarded to the winners below and honourable mentions go to Alan Millard, Max Ross and Brian Murdoch.
Statement done – ‘Who wins?’ begins;
‘Who gets an untoward reward?’
That pensioner’s a well-off toff,
This claimant does – with scorn – shirk work.
A scheme that now relaxes taxes
Will hardly solve the prices crisis.
The devil in the retail detail
Won’t see the weekly increase cease.
Reluctantly, we must just trust
To luck that some great mind behind
The scenes can really plot what
Might yet let us smile awhile.
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