Teach a man to fib
I have just won first prize in a poetry competition! The form of the poem was the
"fib". (Full disclosure: the contest was announced to only four people as an email lark, there were only six entries, I submitted three of the entries and the person judging submitted two of the other three entries and is too much of a gentleman to select his own poem. So, essentially, I beat CLD.
In your FACE, CLD!!!!)
Teach
A
Man to
Fib and you'll
Not even feed him
For a day, Mr. President.
1 Comments:
A
lack
of good
manners, no?
M. should learn to win
more gracefully - he'd catch more fish.
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