In Competition No. 2778 you were invited to express your regret, in verse, for New Year’s resolutions not kept.
The challenge produced an entertaining outpouring of contrition. I enjoyed John MacRitchie’s twist on the Frank Sinatra classic: ‘I’ve packed my case too full,/ Made dreadful curries, in a Thai way,/ Each year, my diets flop,/ Who cares what I weigh?’ Commendations, and commiserations, to unlucky losers Juliet Walker, Tim Raikes, Mae Scanlan, Douglas G. Brown, Jayne Osborn and G.W. Tapper. The winners, below, get £25 each. Top prize goes to Brian Allgar, who pockets the extra fiver.
Happy New Year!
I swore I’d give up sex and saturnalia;
That was my optimistic resolution.
So no more ‘escorts’ (farewell, Chloë, Thalia) —
A euphemistic term for prostitution.
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