September 19, 2012

Pax's Poem Competition

I am currently tired, cranky and very tired of Life handing me Lemons (without the sugar there is NO way to make lemonade)

So how about a competition?  Specifically a POEM competition

The Rules:-

Write a POEM for Pax about Pax (or Aussie things) - it can be nice, it can be snarky - don't make it too rude.
Must be PG-13! (if you feel that using a rude word is required then bleep it out - let's think of the potential that one day my Mum might read this)

You do NOT need to be a regular reader of this blog to enter (sniffle... but you COULD stick around and read more - just saying)

You can be from anywhere in the world.

If you win - you will need to supply me with a mailing address. I promise to hold the information safely and never share it beyond my Post Office.

If you leave your entry under the "Anonymous" tag - please be sure to add your name or nickname at the bottom so I can track you down later should you win.

If you find that Blogger won't let you post a message or worse - it disappears into the ether - then email me directly (you can find my e address under my profile)

The Winner will need to contact me by the 10th of October 2012 at the latest with their mailing address or there will be a redraw.

The Winning Poem will be judged on or about the 30th of September by an independent judge (ie. not me since I luvs ya all and have a hard time picking one over the other)

And the prize....  is something Aussie military (natch!)

Front & Back of the coin
Got it from HERE
It is quite heavy... but oh so pretty. [Australian Army Rising Sun insignia on the front - Australian flag & slouch hat on the reverse]

If you are looking for inspiration then check out Coffeypot's earlier creations HERE.  Coffeypot isn't eligible to win since I have already sent off one of these to him for his prior poetic poppings but he can (and hopefully will) make comments on the other entries.

And GO!


  1. okay... amended it to read "Write a POEM for Pax about Pax"

    Have at with the strange goodies... the stranger sense of humour... the blissful ignorance of referring to Military bloggers as "cute".

    Just keep off the topic of joblessness... I may be somewhat over *that* theme at the moment


  2. PAx, know that I would if I could... but I didn't get that gene... :-)

  3. A poem, hmmm. Okay, deep breath. . . .

    There was a young woman from Nantucket,

    Whooops, that is a limerick. I had better think about this. . .

  4. Brisbane?! What the heck rhymes with "Brisbane"?

  5. They've got Dingos and Roos,
    and trucks named Maloo,
    and let's not forget the didgeridoo.
    They waltz with Matilda,
    and girls they call Sheila.
    Some live in a hole,
    mining opals, not coal.
    Home country of a bear,
    who has not a care,
    'cause he's stoned on a leaf,
    he finds everywhere.
    It's called the Land Down Under,
    and they like walking about,
    in the wondrous Outback.
    And with all the things I've mentioned,
    I'm pausing to wonder,
    Why the hell don't I move there?

  6. Troops serving in the sandbox know,
    there's a Soldier's Angel to beware..
    she lulls them with water balloon launchers.
    and then sends MUSK STICKS 'over there'!

    Coffee drinking 'Joes'
    receive notes left and right
    and become her penfriends
    to ask her 'what is vegemite'?

    Bloggers round the world
    vie for prizes worth keeping
    But better than the prizes
    is reading Marion's Meepings

    Troopers,Joes, and bloggers
    really know this fact
    There's an Angel in Australia
    and her name is PAX

  7. Aha. I like all these talented people. I, on the other hand, can't hold a candle. I'm still stuck on snarky. I only come up with these rhymes...sharky, parky, larky, mularky, starky. See I have zero talent.