For this year’s Valentine-themed challenge you were invited to provide a poem entitled ‘The Love Song of [insert name of a well-known figure here]’.
There was no obligation to write in the style of Eliot, but a few brave souls did so. David Shields’s ‘Love Song of Kim Kardashian’ (‘I have measured out my life in selfie sticks…’) made me smile. Max Gutmann’s ‘Love Song of Larry Nassar’(‘In this room the gymnasts come and go/ Saying, “My injury’s not near my — oh!”’) made me wince.
High fives to Ralph Rochester, Nicholas Stone, Mike Morrison and Mike Greenhough. The winners take £25 each.
Bill Greenwell The Love Song of F. Ingvar Kamprad Now that you’ve unpacked my heart And checked that it’s complete, It’s time for passion. You may start By folding. Do not cheat.
Should you decide I suit your style — Convenient, well-packed — You might like this, well worth your while: My replica, exact.
Efficiency’s emotion squared, And repetition lust: I think you’ll find we’re well-prepared: I know you will adjust.
Come with me, heading one way round Love’s labyrinthine spree, With tea-lights twinkling, napkins found, And meatballs for our tea.
Chris O’Carroll The Love Song of Donald J.
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