In Competition No. 2960 you were invited to submit a poem 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 of you 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. The winners below earn £25 each; Alan Millard pockets £30.
Summertime — and rain again.
Expect Gay May to be Plain Jane
And, having suffered May, soon June
Will bring a daily noon monsoon!
On dry July your bet forget
It’s ten to one you’ll all get wet,
Best wager pigs will soon fly high
Than on a dry July rely.
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