Remind me never again to offer poetry as a prize ... I've manouvered myself into having to write one about Rainbowmaker, which would have been bad even if she weren't a proper poet. She is, so I scoured the internet* in search of advice and found this -
There once were some rhymes they call limericks,
Repeated by smart men and dimwits,
They're easy to make,
A real piece of cake,
Until you get to the last line.
And then I set about creating Anne's, which goes like this ...
There once was a lovely lady called Anne
Who devised a rather wonderful plan,
to read in the nude
her poems so rude
(I hear Boris Johnson's now a big fan!)
Right, moving swiftly on, here's a poetry competition with a great prize - an Arvon course including travel. There's a twist to this one in that the title has to be a made up word. Reckon I could do that bit!
Hope everyone's coping with the snow. Remember don't risk being snowed in with nothing to read - panic buy my book now!
*well actually I just spotted it on Mike Francis's page and promptly stole it.