Entering A Poem Competition Poem by David Robert Baker

One read of the brief, the competition begins,
Many eager individuals aiming to win,
But what can I write about; I don’t have a clue,
I’m not the best writer but I’m not a fool.
Thoughts flood in, and hands start to shake,
I don’t want to plagiarise because I’m not a fake.

Should I tell tails of ancient time?
Hieroglyphics is the first thing that springs to mind,
Or maybe a story about the future,
A monstrous squid, a cowboy rooster,
But what is a poem? Does it have to rhyme?
I don’t know but is that a crime?

I wonder if my poem will be a success,
As I sit contemplating at my desk,
Could my poem be translated?
Maybe into French let’s hope they rate it,
Will I be classed as a great poet?
Or will my work be shot like a bullet.

I’m going to be honest; I’m not going to lie,
I entered this competition for a slice of the pie,
But please don’t judge, I need the dosh,
Although I’ve had fun so who cares if I lost.
I hope you have read and enjoyed the flight,
I want to dedicate this work to Heidi White.