The Compitition

The Competition

It started out as something said in jest,

but it soon morphed into who can write the best?

Each poem getting longer with the rhyming lines

Each poet trying to outdo the others, the perfect word they tried to find

There were a few others, and me

Just who was the best, we soon would see

each trying to do better than the last

Seemingly coming up with a new poem so damn fast

I thought I was doing rather well,

but then Dibs posted his, and my spirits fell

For his was so long; it made me feel inadequate

I’m talking about his poem; that’s when I quit

For I had struggled just to write my work,

And I said I quit, with on my face quite a smirk,

but I was smiling inside, because it was all good fun,

to see who would win; who had the longest one!