Checked my E-mails, same old dull routine,
Then a new missive lights my dull grey screen,
News from a competition entered loooong ago,
Click ‘open’, oh, but don’t get my hopes up though.
I’ve so hoped for the best before,
And I’d be disappointed once more.
Again, rejection, painful but not unexpected,
Again my select name amongst the unselected,
But after a sigh, a roll of the eyes and a rueful smile
I thought I’d read what wonders had topped the pile.
Perhaps, judging by the mood I was in
I shouldn’t judge- but where can I begin?
One thing required in a humourous poetry contest
Is some content that leaves one laughing, not depressed,
I’ll agree it is the good judge’s call to be fair, firm and tough
And I’ll allow my work this year- and hers- ain’t good enough.