It's back by popular demand! We at Snow Shoveling in Canada are proud to announce the winners of the Second Annual SSIC Poetry Contest.
Entries this year were judged on creativity, rhythm, intonation, and the amount of palm grease supplied to the judges.
First we'd like to reprint a couple of limericks that were entered. These are usually not considered pure "poetry" by most balladry buffs, but we thought these were the best submissions of that ilk.
First we'd like to reprint a couple of limericks that were entered. These are usually not considered pure "poetry" by most balladry buffs, but we thought these were the best submissions of that ilk.
SHOVELING ADVICE
When shoveling in snow cold and brisk
Beware of the dangers and risk.
Remember this please:
"Keep back straight, bend the knees"
Or you'll find that you've slipped a disc.
A LOTHARIO IN ONTARIO
There once was a man from Ontario
Who wanted to be a Lothario,
But his problems were such
That he couldn't rise much
With regards to his ol' ding-dong-derry-o.
That's enough of those.
We don't want you champing at the bit any longer for the good stuff, so here are this year's winners:
FIRST PRIZE:
MAN OR LEMUR?
Late last night while fast asleep,
a strange dream dreamt this dreamer —
A tiny basal primate was I,
from toe to head to femur.
Living 'neath a canopy
with vines that hang like streamers,
then slumber broke and I awoke —
a man, and not a lemur.
SECOND PRIZE (we've decided not to make a joke about a poet lariat here):
THE DUSTY COWBOY
After hitting the trail
where I rode hill and dale,
I retire to the tub
to get a good scrub.
What method’s a must
to wash off this dust?
The cleansing solution
is in this ablution.
THIRD PRIZE:
THE DOCTOR IS IN(SANE)
Frankenstein, Frankenstein
Created a monster six-foot-nine,
Of tremendous strength and abnormal brain;
Doctor and creature — both insane.
Of tremendous strength and abnormal brain;
Doctor and creature — both insane.
HONORABLE(?) MENTION (from the same "poet" who submitted the above entry):
There you have it. The best of the submissions. Ugh. If we don't receive anything better next year, then this may very well be the last annual SSIC poetry contest.
Whatever happened to great poetry? You know, the kind written by all those Lords; like Lord Byron, Lord Tennyson, and Lord Athol Layton.
The Wrestling Interviewer by Lord Athol Layton
In the wrestling ring I can be quite a brute.
When I interview I'm genteel and astute.
THAT LAGOON CREATURE
If you should go swimming in the Black Lagoon,
Make sure you are armed with a good harpoon.
Or you may find that you'll need a surgeon
If you bump into this half-man, half-sturgeon.
Whatever happened to great poetry? You know, the kind written by all those Lords; like Lord Byron, Lord Tennyson, and Lord Athol Layton.
The Wrestling Interviewer by Lord Athol Layton
In the wrestling ring I can be quite a brute.
When I interview I'm genteel and astute.
Between those ropes I can maim and I can bruise
But when I talk I can charm and I can schmooze.
So best keep in mind if I should chat with you;
Do not misbehave or that choice you may rue.
Act orderly or l will have to make you stop
With my signature patented judo chop.
Well alright; maybe Lord Layton wasn't the best of your lordly poets. But I'll bet no one ever addressed him by any of his names other than "Lord" or "Mr. Layton"!
I remember one of my favorite poems was by Lord Tennyson. I think it was an ode to a bank robber. I believe it was called The Illegal. Let's see if I can recall how it goes:
He grasps the bag with crooked hands;
Close to the cash that he demands,
Wronged by the lawful world he stands.
The silent bank alarm now calls;
A SWAT team waits outside the walls,
And like all criminals he falls.
Or something like that.
In closing, I'd like to quote the poet Percy Shelley (who was not a Lord but a Bysshe) who said, "Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds."
Keep in mind that happiest and best are used in the very loosest sense with regards to the poetry presented here.
Feb. 7, 2011, The Dusty Cowboy second prize winner of the Second Annual SSIC Poetry contest. I've seen this picture several years ago; for which I cannot remember where. At the time, I was taken back @ how it reminded my of my late husband. Hind sight's 20/20. I should've tried to obtain a copy back then. I got lucky & found it recently on your blog. Is there any way to find the source of the print where I may be able to purchase a copy? I keep the image on my cell phone but would love to have a print.
ReplyDeleteHi Shanan,
DeleteThank you for your comment. Sorry for not getting back to you in a timely fashion, but I've been neglected my blog lately.
The photo of the burly, bathing buckaroo was taken from a wall-mounted knickknack holder, part of a two-piece set. The other one had a picture of a woman in the tub.
I believe my wife and I bought them in a little gift shop in a small town called Shedden, in Southwestern Ontario. That was many, many years ago. Sorry I can't help you beyond that, but I'm glad that I could share the image with you.