Modesty At All Times Poem by Joyce Hemsley

No need to sigh
and no need to cry
because I've won a prize
And I'm riding high...
The words are floating on air,
Oh, I am not the only one,
There are others out there.

'AND
The Boobie Prize
goes to The Dunce
but don't all rush at once;
take your place in the queue
for the boobie prize is nothing new
and today... it is happening to you.
So accept your prize and be
bold, for I am told the
accolade is made
of pure gold'.