I'm not one to jest, or protest,
-or say "I'm the best".
And I'm not one to pout, or put down,
-but I have little doubt...
That I should have won.
Oh yes, there were good entries,
Thrilling tales, brilliant reads.
But among those submissions getting recognition,
were poems of old entities.
Random words with abstract thoughts.
Tired rhyming, splats and gobs.
Nonsensical, gibberish disguised,
as wisdom for eyes that bought the lines.
was brilliant, fresh, straight to the point.
-Funny, original...and something else that rhymes with point.
So I leave you now with this one fact;
My poem should have won, and that is that.