A Man Named Bob

I won this months poetry competition at my local poetry club. The theme was limerick. As you may or may not know, the limerick was named after a small town in either Ireland or Scotland (I can’t recall, but I’ll need to know for the book I am writing right now. I’ll get back to you, unless you know already). Before I became a Christian and person who loves God, I had a number of limericks memorized. But now, I dare not repeat them. But this is the limerick I won with:

There once was a man named Bob,
Who always ate like a slob,
He said with a grin,
While wiping his chin,
“Now all I need is a job!”

Well, I didn’t think that I would get FIRST! The tradition is that everybody who enters reads theirs after the Judging has taken place. The last four people in opposite order is the Honorable Mention, 3rd, 2nd, and 1st. So I was last to read. I think one reason I may have won is because my Iambic meter was spot on for a limerick, and many of the other entrants were far from goal. Occasionally one might go one or two “feet” over, but many of these were barely in form. It may also have been the humor in it, but I doubt it because the second place winner's got out loud laughter (including me), and mine just got a couple of chuckles.

Well, it still felt good to get a high grade among your peers. Actually, most of the club are women in their golden years, all of whom are talented and most of whom are published many times over.