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Contest Suggestion

I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I 
suggest a limerick contest that requires the poet to base the limerick on a word that 
begins with the first two letters of their name (first or last - sponsor's choice).  The 
Washington Post ran a similar contest 4-5 years ago and I won an HM based on this 
first poem.  I eventually submitted a limerick for every DA word in my little pocket 
dictionary.  you could ask for a certain number or just one.

Like a lamb being led to the slaughter
Or a clam in the hands of an otter
I haven’t a chance
When she gives me that glance
Yes, alas I’m a DAD with a DAUGHTER

There once was a sheerer who’d gag
When sheering the sheep who would drag
Their rear ends through dung
Until it all clung
Dung matted wool’s know as a DAG

There once was a French riot keen
To let royalty know what they mean
They just couldn’t wait
To decapitate
The king, the queen and the DAUPHIN

There once was a Roman who’d swagger
Whose enemies thought him a bragger
So they shortened his life
With a short little knife
Now known as the Et-Tu-Bru DAGGER

A ticket I can not afford
And so I have turned to the Lord
Only three inches tall
He watches it all
From his vantage point on my DASHBOARD

There has to be some fire station
Somewhere to be found in this nation
That has a DACHSHUND
They got from the pound
Instead of the usual DALMATIAN

There once was a girl I did court
But the wedding she chose to abort
When I thought myself dandy
She thought me too randy
And jumped up off our DAVENPORT

A brain freeze can sure make you scream
When eating too fast your ice-cream
I won’t let that faze me
Though the pain will sure daze me
Each time at the old DAIRY Queen

As the sweet smell came into my nose
It tickled my fancy and toes
Reminds me of you
And the sweet morning dew
It’s the fragrance of sweet DAMASK Rose

It’s a receipt I often mangle
The ingredients all twist and tangle
Its my sandwich of choosing
Though the balance I’m losing
My DAGWOOD’s at such steep an angle

I once called this guy a DAGO
His dander was ready to blow
His teeth – they did sparkle
His thoughts – they were darkle
So I quick ran away don’t you know

The Webster’s I used was quite small
The challenge to me – use them all
Not all are PC
But they’re precious to me
It’s the DASTSARDLY SPONSORs’ call

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