Flavour of the Month

FLAVOUR OF THE MONTH As competitions are high and the finishing times are nigh If not in the top five winners, or mentioned, left with why Thoughts plundered, rearranged, wrote between the lines Written over cups of coffee, tea or that bottle of red wine Past thoughts, wild imagination to grab the readers minds Before retiring off to bed as the pulling down of the blinds The days of restlessness and trepidation for that final day Just to check out if you are on the winner's list in any way The winner takes a bow whilst the poor losers take the fall Accolades graciously accepted as your name upon the wall Competition is over, and yet again writers oil up their pens For yet another competition their poems they can on send For some, there is no recognition as others always upfront Losers sigh why cannot I once be the flavour of the month Indiana Shaw . . . : (