You have come 3rd in our poetry competition,
It didnít say how many entries there were,
Oh no, nothing like that,
Perhaps there were only three,
I donít know,
Iím invited to meet the Mayor,
Along with the two people who are better than me,
3rd equals bronze, you know, that dirty colour,
Not the nice shiny gold colour someone better than me will get,
Or silver, that clean shiny well respected colour,
No, bloody bronze, 3rd equals turd,
But Iíll go and meet the Mayor,
And be presented with a piece of paper,
Proving that Iím not the best,
Iíll grin and bear it,
This all happened once before,
Deja vu you could say,
I wrote a piece,
Made it into a book,
I was invited to meet the Mayor,
Lots of lardy dardy people there,
All had had their hair cut looking their best,
I think I experienced a clique,
Not my cup of tea,
It will be the same this time,
You wait and see,
People will smile at me and think,
He came 3rd.

Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2022-05-20 at 08:49

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Mick understand how you feel,
We can only strive to write the best we can.
Even poet's like Edgar Allen Poe had to self publish,

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
And wasn't bronze the metal of Achilles shield?

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Bronze is good Mick. If you scrub it enough it kinda looks like gold.