The next poetry contest – pets
After my week of Extreme Monarchy and its associated Deadly Sins: Pride, Gluttony and Sloth (no, not the royals - me and my family), it’s time for a change of scene with another topic that arouses our primeval passions: pets.
Every cherished poet now has the chance to vent all their feelings about their furry or feathered friends or fiends, maybe with an epitaph or a sonnet, a limerick or just a let-it-all-out-rant. No holds barred with rhythms or rhymes; any length, any style, anyhow in fact, just so long as it arrives here before breakfast on 1st July.
So if a pet you love or hate
Become a chariot laureate.