Three Very Short Poems about the Competitive Spirit

October 1, 2015 by Quin Finnegan at 10:05 am

Lois Loses With Long Odds
She began to drum her fingers and furrow
her brow—then laid down a Yarborough.

The San Patricio Rattlesnake Races
The snake able to most quickly slither, wins—
as long as it doesn’t start withershins.

At a Competitive Eating Contest
A dozen hot dogs isn’t just skosh
or a losing total, but très gauche.

Above the trees, the sky is bright