Last month’s subject, My Unwanted Gift, has inspired some amusing and original ideas.
J.D.Milaric tells us that time was once his unwanted gift when he was forced to retire early through ill health but now he fills his days writing.
Patricia J Tausz told when she received her brother’s gift in error and John Clarke’s poem reflected that having a high IQ could occasionally be an unwanted gift. As always, I’m afraid I don’t have room to mention other entrants.
And this month, I’m especially pleased to name Sukriti Bisht, our regular eight year old poet, as our winner.
Sukriti, and often her sister Malvika, has entered our competition each month since we began and it seems especially fitting that she is our December winner.
Normally here, as you know, I would be telling you of next month’s subject but I’m afraid I have to hang fire for now as from next year, the Harrow Observer will be available but online only.
I could well be continuing with the competition but as yet, nothing has been confirmed.
So I shall leave it by wishing you a Merry Christmas and happy and healthy New Year - and most of all, keep on writing.
Judy Karbritz
● The JPS meets on the first Thursday of each month (except it will be 8th January) at Glebe Hall, Glebe Road, Stanmore at 3pm, where members and visitors enjoy a social afternoon of poetry (much of it humorous) and a delicious tea. If you’d like the opportunity for your work to be heard, why not come and join us!
he Unwanted Gift
Yesterday my aunt came,
And gave me a gift - it was lame,
I bet it was a great tool,
To get rid of last years fool.
The gift was a jar,
Full of her disgusting tar!
I mean, was it just me,
Expecting to eat directly from a tree?!!!
I wanted some sweets,
Delicious treats,
Or perhaps a twenty pound note,
Not something like a grouchy shoat.
Look people here,
I am tough and don't stand tears.
But when I opened auntie's gift.
I weeped and cried really swift.....
By Sukriti Bisht, aged 8, a pupil at Roxbourne Primary School
