I have posted a couple of NYC competition entries in the last couple of days and I’m staggered to find that some people actually read them. Or claimed to have, anyway. Thank you. You really didn’t have to. The NYC people pay judges to do that (though I suspect that they don’t pay them much). But again I say thank you.

But enough of that. Last night I wrote a poem for my friend Meg who lives with her dad and has pet fish. It was a cheap gift to her based mainly on my discovery that daughter rhymes with water.

I’m wondering if publishing it here diminishes the value of the gift. I’m sure that she’ll let me know ….

Anyway, this is a very long winded way of providing something much much shorter to read …

The love of my life
From my wife
Came my daughter
I nestled her
Wrestled her
Carefully taught her
She’s my every wish
Such a dish
Who’d have thought her
So real
Makes me feel
Like a fish out of water.