Written by: Diane Locksley

Some poets take Soup contests so seriously
If they lose they respond so injuriously

We’re here to have fun; isn’t that really the point?
And a czar of ALL contests, we just won’t anoint

We win and we lose but grow tired of the whining
The stress, grief and tension are all now combining

If you suffer poormewhininglosersyndrome
Just remember the prize you can’t always take home

We all spend a lot of time writing for contests
If we win only one, we should feel we are blessed

We must all learn to eat humble pie now and then
And put an end to brooding like flustered old hens