Sunday, March 02, 2008

A poem pondering the reasons for our defeat



We did not win

Oh what a shame

We thought we were deserving.


We do suspect

The judges found

The silence too unnerving.


Although we comment readily,

We talk amongst ourselves -

We have a massive readership,

Who lurk like little elves:

You come, you read,

Laugh quietly,

Sneak silently away...


And so we have no trophy

To grace our shelves today.


Posted by Jo at Sunday, March 02, 2008

7 comments:

  1. AtreusSunday, March 02, 2008 6:38:00 p.m.

    I agree, apparently we need to get ourselves more "out there" so random people making random comments (as opposed to specific people making random comments) will make us more "in".

    Unless next year, anyway, when everything changes.

    Nice poem, Jo!

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  2. SinéadSunday, March 02, 2008 7:00:00 p.m.

    Ah god, what a nice little poem. Better luck next year :)

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  3. JoSunday, March 02, 2008 8:08:00 p.m.

    Yaaaay Sinéad! Now if only we can resist the urge to ask you to join... :)

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  4. BonnSunday, March 02, 2008 10:12:00 p.m.

    Jo - that's a great poem. As unofficial Mistress of the Verse, as well as resident Courtesan/ururper in waiting, I signify my approval and appreciation.

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  5. Midget WranglerMonday, March 03, 2008 11:39:00 a.m.

    Love it Jo, but don't let the lack of outside commenters get you down...I don't think that's why we didn't win!

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  6. JoMonday, March 03, 2008 11:56:00 a.m.

    Glad you're back online Midge! Welcome back to the rel world...

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  7. bennyboyTuesday, March 04, 2008 1:53:00 a.m.

    Beautiful. And an outside commenter!

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