I entered a competition last week,
It wasn’t for the squeamish or the meek,
Tiebreakers, crosswords, a word search or two,
It took all day and a night to do. Phew!
I’ve won a few comping prizes before,
But this one topped all with prizes galore,
Holidays, cars, bikes and a shopping spree,
Necklaces, which would look just right on me,
Expensive meals out, new kitchens, the works,
Bathrooms and beds were just some of the perks.
I was almost giddy with nerves and joy,
Surely I’d win something, but what? Oh boy!
Then I saw the booby prizes and cried,
‘I know I’ll win one, but at least I tried’,
Baked beans, loo roll, bin liners, take your pick,
Don’t competitions like this make you sick?