Soda - Keeping Curious

There was a young man who wrote copy
Whose hair was dishevelled and floppy
His poems were mocked
By his colleagues who flocked
To point out that his rhyming was sloppy

Not wishing to blow one’s own trumpet, but usually when I chuck some wordy bread into my copywriting toaster, the hot lyrical toast that pops out is met with universal praise.

(The whole bread/toast metaphor, for example, is a work of literary genius that F Scott Fitzgerald would have been pretty bloody chuffed to have thought of himself.)

But to my horror (and fury) my recent efforts at writing a simple limerick were greeted with a flurry of scorn and derision from my colleagues.

Worse still, the critics attacking my rhymes and rhythms were all from that bawdy group of barely-literate ‘shape and colour’ monkeys – the designers.

Stung by their hurtful remarks I have decided to throw down the poetic gauntlet to these fiends (and anyone else who thinks they can ‘rhyme the rhyme’) and challenge them to a ‘Limerick-Off’.

Over the next few days they’ll all be putting down their clubs and spears and picking up a pencil to try and come up with a limerick starting with this line…

There once was a chap name of Stu*

Then we’ll see just how difficult the art of copywriting really is. Either that or I will have quite spectacularly engineered myself out of a job.

So watch this space. Not constantly though, that’d be pretty unhealthy. Just pop back every now and again.

* ‘Stu’ is an entirely fictional character and any resemblance to person/s living or dead is purely coincidental. He is most definitely not based on a 31-year old, bearded online designer who enjoys watching Hollyoaks and shopping at Poundland.