Contest Suggestion

I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I suggest a limerick contest that requires the poet to base the limerick on a word that begins with the first two letters of their name (first or last - sponsor's choice). The Washington Post ran a similar contest 4-5 years ago and I won an HM based on this first poem. I eventually submitted a limerick for every DA word in my little pocket dictionary. you could ask for a certain number or just one. Like a lamb being led to the slaughter Or a clam in the hands of an otter I haven’t a chance When she gives me that glance Yes, alas I’m a DAD with a DAUGHTER There once was a sheerer who’d gag When sheering the sheep who would drag Their rear ends through dung Until it all clung Dung matted wool’s know as a DAG There once was a French riot keen To let royalty know what they mean They just couldn’t wait To decapitate The king, the queen and the DAUPHIN There once was a Roman who’d swagger Whose enemies thought him a bragger So they shortened his life With a short little knife Now known as the Et-Tu-Bru DAGGER A ticket I can not afford And so I have turned to the Lord Only three inches tall He watches it all From his vantage point on my DASHBOARD There has to be some fire station Somewhere to be found in this nation That has a DACHSHUND They got from the pound Instead of the usual DALMATIAN There once was a girl I did court But the wedding she chose to abort When I thought myself dandy She thought me too randy And jumped up off our DAVENPORT A brain freeze can sure make you scream When eating too fast your ice-cream I won’t let that faze me Though the pain will sure daze me Each time at the old DAIRY Queen As the sweet smell came into my nose It tickled my fancy and toes Reminds me of you And the sweet morning dew It’s the fragrance of sweet DAMASK Rose It’s a receipt I often mangle The ingredients all twist and tangle Its my sandwich of choosing Though the balance I’m losing My DAGWOOD’s at such steep an angle I once called this guy a DAGO His dander was ready to blow His teeth – they did sparkle His thoughts – they were darkle So I quick ran away don’t you know The Webster’s I used was quite small The challenge to me – use them all Not all are PC But they’re precious to me It’s the DASTSARDLY SPONSORs’ call