Land of Curry and Balti,
Wafting down the street,
What a surprise it would be,
A white face to greet.
Wider still and wider
Is Yorkshire's patience stretched;
God who made her mighty
Has now made her wretched.
In a list
A contest entry
- VICIOUS PARODY & HEARTLESS MOCKERY by Edna Sweetlove.
570 points, ended September 4, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Golden Butterflies and Silver Clouds by MoonlitRoses.
500 points, ended September 18, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Not racist, just facing up to facts.
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I too have been to Bradford and it is not an experience I would wish on my worst enemy. No I lie. I WOULD do exactly that. |Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho. Ho.
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This is honestly very interesting. I ask that you please put your prompt {no matter how obvious it is in the poem} in the AN. Other than that, wonderful.
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I once went to Bradford. Once was one time too many. No wonder the Bradford & Bingley went bust, anything was better than building there.
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read and noted ... pondering.
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Utterly totally lovely. How Elgar would have loved this. I hope one day to hear this at the Last Night, maybe accompanied by the BBC Sitar Orchestra.
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Excellent
Hmm.. An intriguing write. I suspect their is a lot more meaning to this than what appears on the surface.
Living in Seattle, Wa. USA; I do not think I can appreciate it to the fullest extent. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are just fine.
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