Spectator competition winners: Double rhyme time

The latest competition called for poems on the theme of summer in which the last two words of each line rhyme. It was only after the entries started coming in that I realised that my sloppy wording meant that the brief was open to interpretation. In most submissions, the last two words in a line rhymed with one another, which is what I had intended, but a few supplied poems in which the last two words in a line rhymed with the last two in the line below. Either approach was admissible, and variety made the comp all the more pleasurable to judge. This nice four-liner from Robert Schechter turned my head:

In summer it’s a good bet sweat will moisten those who bide outside, and though this means they may get wet, it cools them like a seaside tide.

As did this, from an even more pithy Jayne Osborn:

What? Not rain .