A competition loser’s lament
Oh dire day! Oh cruel fate!
Immersed in overwhelming grief
I weep into my handkerchief
And rue my sad and sorry state.
Today, convinced my rhyme would win,
I scanned the page a thousand times
But all I saw was others’ rhymes,
My sure-fire winner wasn’t in.
Enshrouded in depression’s pall
I wallow in my loser’s pain
And shower curses yet again
On this week’s winners, one and all.
But all’s not lost. It could be worse.
Perhaps I’ll write the Larkin way
And who knows, Lucy then might say,
‘Well stone the crows! This Be The Verse!’
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