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Contests : Wergle Flomp Free Poetry Contest : Past Winners : 2011 : Stuart Anderson and Nancy Lee
FROSTY THE POET
Frosty the Poet
Was a stern New England soul.
California kid, but he kept it hid—
He preferred the Yankee role.
Frosty the Poet
Was so sensitive inside,
He could watch it snow at ten below
Till his horse lay down and died.
He went away to England in
A high unpublished huff.
He had to hound old Ezra Pound
Until he'd print his stuff.
Frosty the Poet
Said your rhymes should not be dense—
If your words all plod like you're just some clod
Then you have the Sound Of Sense.
Frosty the Poet
Was a poet of the earth.
If it's not a stump or a dampish lump
It has no aesthetic worth.
As he walked through a dismal slough
He spied a cord of wood.
He wrote a poem so he could show 'em
Boring stuff is good.
Frosty the Poet
Thought a fellow needs a wall
With some decent grout to keep nature out,
And humanity, and all.
Frosty the Poet
Picked more apples than would keep,
Then he wrote some verse that was so darn terse
It would bore woodchucks to sleep.
There must have been some magic in
That road he never took—
It's in every anthology
And junior high yearbook.
Frosty the Poet
Was versed in country things.
With his uncle's bucks, he could farm for yucks,
And the good PR it brings.
Rumpety tump tump rumpety tump tump
Writing verse that scans
Rumpety tump tump rumpety tump
Beats working with your hands!
This poem won an honorable mention in the 2011 Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest sponsored by Winning Writers. Authors Stuart Anderson and Nancy Lee received a cash prize of $75.
About Stuart Anderson
I grew up on a 40-acre family farm in western Washington, then moved to the big city to study mathematics and physics, which I now teach at the University of Washington Instructional Center. Although I have always written poetry, I have seldom submitted any for publication. In 2003, I was a finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association poetry contest, and more recently, my poem "The Lioness" was awarded the 2010 Thomas Merton Prize for poetry of the sacred.
About Nancy Lee
Nancy Lee grew up in Berea, Ohio. Of mixed Korean, Japanese, and German heritage, she has lived in Tokyo and Seoul (where she taught English composition at Ewha Women's University), and now makes her home in Seattle, Washington. She received a B.A. in English and the James A. Veech Prize for distinguished imaginative writing from Yale, and an M.A. in English and the James W. Hall Prize for fiction from the University of Washington. A short story she wrote while an undergraduate received an Honorable Mention in the Mademoiselle magazine College Fiction writing competition. Her short stories have been published in the Seal Press anthology Gathering Ground: New Writing and Art By Northwest Women of Color and the New Rivers Press anthology Two Worlds Walking, and she was commissioned by the Metro Artists' Regional Transit project to write a short story which was published in Modern Odysseys: Heroic Journeys We Make Every Day. Also an artist, Nancy Lee received a Writer/Artist Fellowship to the Multicultural Children's Literature Institute at the Cooperative Children's Book Center and hopes to illustrate (and maybe even write) a children's book.
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