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Wordsworth competition: Poem beginning with 'I told a white lie'

Last week’s challenge was to compose a rhyming couplet describing what might happen if Donald Trump becomes President.

Many entries were apocalyptic in tone, and none predicted a favourable outcome.

Wellington’s Poppy Sinclair writes: The Senate are losers, the House members too/”You’re fired!” he yells as he pushes bills through.

Christchurch’s Barry Grant: If Trump gets the jump on the rest of the bunch/Forget about Christmas, she’ll be over by lunch.

Robyn Gillies of Geraldine: Soundproof the nursery, the President’s here!/He can’t stand the crying, but likes a big cheer.

Wanganui’s Lorna McLean: A country once of great renown/ Becomes a circus with a clown.

Alex Riley of Auckland: One nuke, then two nukes, then ten in a row/And Don didn’t stop ’till he made the world glow.

Whakatane’s Win Lunt (with apologies to Emma Lazarus): Send back your tired, your poor,/ Send them speedily from our shore.

Helensville’s Anne Martin: “Well,” said the Don, “after that ballyhoo,/ Now that I’m here, what the heck do I do?”

But Wellington’s Allan Laidler wins the prize this week: The world soon discerned through the sound and the dross/A man with the substance of pink candy floss.

The next competition is to write a brief and original poem beginning with the phrase I told a white lie. Entries, for the prize below, close at noon on Thursday, September 8.

Submissions: wordsworth@listener.co.nz or Wordsworth, NZ Listener, Private Bag 92512, Wellesley St, Auckland 1141. Please include your address.

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