I FORGIVE YOU

I slaved for all of three minutes To enter your last competition. The finished product was brilliant, It was sure to take first position. And then I sat back and waited, Eagerly checking each day. The poems were only three minutes long, So why the long delay? At last the results are published, The judging has been concluded. But you’ve clearly got it all wrong, For mine has not been included. Perhaps I was being conceited, And pride comes before a fall. So I’ve decided to forgive you. It’s Christmas after all