Submissions are invited to enter the island's "1st Annual Poetry Competition."
This year’s subject is “Sheep”.
Rules –
The poem should be no longer than 16 lines and must include at least 4 of the following 6 rhyming words – Ghillie, Knit, Barn, Crag, Buck, and Venus.
Entries to be submitted in the comments section, below, by 12 noon GMT on March 12th, 2006.
Exciting prizes to be announced at the end of the competition, according to the response.
Good Luck!
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There once was a poacher (a Highland Ghillie),
Who rummaged in his pants but he’d lost his Willie,
He hunted the crags and the barns for his p*nis,
He search all the way from Shetland to Venus,
He asked the postman, “Have you seen my tadger?”
“It’s friendly and wags like the tail of a badger?”
The postman pointed to a smirking sheep,
Munching on something that wasnae a neep.
“Dolly, you besom!” he cried and he bawled.
“You’ve eaten my Willie, warts and all.”
The sheep just grinned and munched on some moss.
“It would have been better with HP sauce.”
Two sheep, called Barney and Venus
Said, “I think there’s a Ghillie between us.”
“He’s knitting your yarn,”
Said Venus to Barn
As she bit the Gillie’s leg
Coineach Crow predicts that the prizes will be magnificent. Coinneach sees bottles of cooking whisky, a wheelbarrow (slightly used), a food basket containing some poached salmon and a dozen eggs... He sees a trip to Hawaii, a manual for a 1971 Ford Cortina, a grant to fund the musical event of your choice, and 20 Woodbine. Coinneach sees other things but he grows tired now.
I stood upon yonder Crag
To sell the coat my granny knit
In a barn
To see if I could make a buck
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