If you're as good as your last poem
then I'm a rampant rutting stag
but now on a mist shrouded hillside of heather
below a forbidding outcrop of crag
What's my reward and who are my rivals?
could it be a beautiful hind?
or contenders, trenders and Pretenders?
I do have a mind to like Chrissie Hynde
I'm fully aware this piece is as random as it is mad as a box of frogs
I was hanging by a thread
That’s what they said
But look me now
an unbelievable how
It was an actual struggle
Like death wanted me to snuggle
But I broke their heart
Because I would not surrender
I am the all time great contender
— The End —