You are invited to write a complete piece of fiction – prose or poetry.

We will  upload the entries on the Website every Wednesday. So, get those creative juices flowing and put pen to paper -you never know what you can achieve until you give it a try.


by Patricia Brown

T’was the month after Christmas and all through the House
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The stuffing I’d nibble, the turkey I’d taste
The yummies I’d eaten gone straight to my waist.
The wine and the mince pies,
The bread and the cheese
I should have just said, ‘No thank you, please.’
So as I dressed myself in my boyfriend’s old shirt,
I couldn’t believe my bottom and belly – the girth!
I said to myself, as only I can,
‘You can’t spend the year disguised as a man!’
So away with the last of the sour-cream dip,
Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick.
Instead I’ll chew on a celery stick.
I won’t have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly I’ll cry:
‘I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore-
But isn’t that just what January’s for?’
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
HAPPY NEW YEAR and to all a good diet!

With thanks for all your hard work keeping us amused last year,