My mother always told me that I was an independent child, and my father told me I was a good judge of character, so as an independent judge I hereby declare myself the winner of the poetry challenge! (As I did two poems to everyone else’s one, I’d probably have got more combined votes anyway.) If anyone wants to disagree, you’ll have to send a complaint through my jailor, Blusterfart … literally I expect. He’ll eat anything.
As self-declared winner of the challenge I have decided to award myself a prize. As the only thing vaguely resembling chocolate around here smells NOTHING like Cadburys or Thorntons, I will have to settle for awarding myself the priviledge of setting the next challenge. You can read the full rules on Ali’s previous post linked above, but in a nutshell:
No more than 8 lines. The poem must answer the question and use the word given.
Here goes:
Question: Where is that smell coming from?
Word: Lunar
Have fun. 
20/04/2009 at 6:18 pm Permalink
Oh alright – you can be the winner. Mostly because you can fly helicopters and that’s undeniably cool. Challenge taken up – will post new poem soon…
20/04/2009 at 11:44 pm Permalink
The carton of milk sitting in the refrigerator
Seems to have been there since the Vietnam War
The Swiss cheese that had been up on the shelf
Is now colored green and walking around by itself
The meat pie that had looked good in the market’s lights
Is now demanding that it be given squatter’s rights
Nothing has been cleaned out for a whole month lunar
And now things are starting to smell a bit peculiar
21/04/2009 at 5:24 pm Permalink
Brilliant! remind me not to come round yours for tea, Eric…
22/04/2009 at 12:30 pm Permalink
It’s the cheese on which I sneezed
that I tried to pick up whilst on my knees.
And now my friend has set upon my sandwich – it’s mayonnaise and tuna
but he’s slipped up too and now my snack is almost lunar.
It’s heading into orbit with a whiff of niffy socks,
passing many astonished astronauts safely secured behind airlocks.
Let’s hope this smelly episode is over ‘cos I’m a nervous wreck
I’ll leave the dealing of noxious chemicals to the guys in Star Trek.