Howdy writers!
Well, it gives me great, big, huge pleasure to announce the
winners of my recent ‘It’s Friday and I’ve Got the Flu’ Competition.
I’d been looking for fun poems that would make me forget my
sky high temperature and thumping headache, and I was so touched by the lovely
messages and brilliant entries I received.
So, thank you all very much :)
In the end, I couldn’t decide between two of the entries, so
I hereby declare the following two poems joint winners. I hope you enjoy them
as much as I did.
First up is From the Chair’s Point of View by 13 year-old Chloe from Stourbridge. It was
inspired by a conversation Chloe had with a medical professional when she asked
if her wheelchair could be altered and the doctor uttered the immortal words,
‘Well, let’s look at this from the chair’s point of view'. Thankfully, Chloe kept
her sense of humour about it and wrote this fantastic poem. I loved the rhythm
of this piece, the sense of fun, and the clever way in which Chloe wove in her
family life from the point of view of the chair. And most of all I loved the
dry humour.
From the Chair’s Point of View
From
the chair’s point of view, well.. from the chair’s point of view,
I
wouldn't have thought that eating every single chocolate
in
that 'Family Sized' box, all on your own, was really the best idea,
Dear
Mother!
From
the chair’s point of view, well.. from the chair’s point of view,
I
wouldn't have thought that slumping and slurping while ka-powing
aliens
all day, was absolutely the best idea
Dear
Brother!
From
the chair’s point of view, well.. from the chair’s point of view,
I
wouldn't have thought that all that crying and sighing
with
a worlds supply of chocolate
was
really the best idea
Dear
Sister!
Oh
from the chair’s point of view, that poor chair’s point of view.
It's
had to put up with such a lot
in
its time.
So
it's lucky that I'm here, really.
You
may start to yell, and say that I'm being rude, now.
But,
you see..
I'm
only expressing the chair’s point of view!
Not
mine.
Not
at all!
So I
can't be grounded
It's
not right!
The
chair seems so very
exhausted
I'm
just being compassionate, caring
That's
all.
Honest!
I
just thought you'd like to know
the
poor old haggard chair’s point of view!
And the other winner is the brilliant Shawty by Arianne from County Westmeath in Ireland. This
poem was so well written and contained such great detail. I also loved the
subject matter. Like Chloe’s poem, it had me hooked from start to finish and I
loved the tongue-in-cheek humour.
Shawty
Shawty:
noun; a modern term used to describe an attractive female, most commonly found
in popular music.
I
understand it’s not an expected thing to do
But I
figured I’d be hip and cool
And
honestly I’m not being haughty
When I
address this man-magnet we call Shawty
I’m just
trying to wrap my head around
The idea
that, not as a piece of dirt on the ground
On which
boys like to hiss and spit,
This
modern goddess actually exists.
She seems
to originate from the United States
But in a
sudden twist of all our fates
She’s
recently been spotted in new locations
Though
perhaps she’s just been on more vacations.
Her
natural habitat is that of malls
Or
otherwise strutting within high school halls
Carrying
six shopping bags on her arms
And
winning over jocks with her many charms.
She
adores the brand new music scene
In fact
she seems a little keen
To
feature in so many raps
And
receive her fair share of these claps
She is
the perfect streetwise dancer –
Not one
of these little ballet prancers –
And
frequents a variety of top night clubs
Though
she is allergic to good old fashioned pubs.
She wears
the latest fashions with style
Without
fuss, without care all the while
In fact
she juggles many outfits a day
And once
according to legend they say
Apple-bottom
jeans and boots with the fur –
The whole
club was looking at her –
At the
same time as them baggy sweat pants
And not
forgetting those Reeboks with the straps.
Oh yes,
she regularly hits the floor
And never
leaves by the main door
She’s an
icon, you know, with needs
And a
billion-member Twitter feed.
However
there is strong evidence to suggest
She
doesn’t get a lot of rest
Her
constant popularity is such
And she’s
in pop songs that much.
I think
it’s time we give her a break
At least
for her precious mental health’s sake
You never
know with all this fame
She might
end up thinking life’s a game
Though in
reality it’s not easy,
Consistently
avoiding all things sleazy,
Being
stunningly beautiful as well as pretty
And
downing eighteen shots in one sitting.
Yes, I
vote to let Shawty of the hook
At least
until she writes a new book
And let
her get on with life
Free from
all this media strife.
We’ll
remember her fondly
And of
course blondely
For the
few seconds, in essence,
In which
we can cope without her presence.
Thank you so much to everyone who entered - and there'll be more competitions here VERY soon...
Siobhan x
