I Came Last
writing Rondeaus. I came last.
I wrote a Haiku.
All's fair in Love and Poetry Competitions
There once was a tutor called Lee
who told us to only write three
lines in our limericks.
I Can't Believe it's Bitter, Not Butter
Tetleys on my cafe bread,
scones all smeared with booze;
and all because I sometimes say
My “i’s” instead of “u’s”
If you have any comments on this poem, George Stanworth
would be pleased to hear from you.