Land of Missing Contests
A dirty bard traveled the land.
A fistful of poems in his hand.
He entered every contest,
to see if he was the best,
giving the words to all he can.
But, one day he suddenly found,
that contests vanished without a sound.
Where in the heck did they go?
Why is the judging so slow?
Were the verses dumped on the ground?
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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