You’re one contest, baby, I just can’t lose –

I’m set to wring ideas from the muse;

Borrow from poetry bag images to use

To create a piece the judges can’t refuse.





Colourful piece indeed I’ve got to create:

Such that would fade the golden sunset

And make the rainbow more colours to seek

As the peacock can’t help but look meek.





You’re one contest, baby, I just can’t lose –

I’m