Christmas Poetry Competition
Firstly, thank you to all who entered the competitions and all those of you who submitted a vote. The voting was fierce but, in the end, the winners of both sections won by a significant margin. So, without further ado, here are those winning poems!
The Christmas Prose and Poetry Winner is:
A Cat's Christmas by lbclaire
Where I sit on the floor
Near the living room door
I can see, through the window, the sky,
And a tree that's all bare,
And a man with no hair
And a gaggle of kids passing by.
There's a bird in the tree!
And it's looking at me
With its red breast puffed out and it knows
That it's safe in the tree
So it's laughing at me
And I'm cross to the tips of my toes.
I want to go out
If I can't then I'll shout
But when I go out then I find
That the world has gone white
So I shiver with fright
And dash in, leaving footprints behind.
There's something amiss
In my house - what is this?
Have my family gone totally mad?
They've brought in a tree -
In the house! Can't they see
Trees live outside, you daft mum and dad!
Now they've hung it with things
That chime, and long strings
Of sparkly, shiny soft stuff.
And ribbons and bows,
And toys - I like those!
Though of course I'm too laid back and tough...
But they look so exciting,
To play they're inviting,
They're dangling above me and if
There's no-one around,
And I don't make a sound,
Then perhaps I could just take a sniff...
Ow! That was my nose!
And I've spikes in my toes
And a bauble just fell on my head.
That's it, I give in,
A cat just can't win,
Forget Christmas, I'm off back to bed.
The Vogon Christmas Winner is:
Vogon Yuletide Dirge by Lucky Star
Oh sherried trifle wibble-wobbling
Jostling by the pies of mince
Pudding rubbing grubbily in my
Chubby stubby tummy
Oh dreamy creamy whipping sipping
Gluggy groggy gluhwein
Dribbling moistly o'er my chins
And raining drainy-stains that pain
Me to remove and prove
That Dash is whiter
White is dasher
Black is bleakly blocking boney
M on telly, turgid smelly
Festering 'neath the fetid mistletoe
And oh, woe for though I know not who
Will do the sloppy slurpy kiss upon
My slippery lips, I lick them now and dream
Of someone green