The votes have been counted, and the decisions have been made.
It was an incredibly difficult decision. The overall standard was exceptionally high, and in my eyes you?re all winners. But there can be only one clich? left before I get lynched, so without further ado (B*gger! That was it), I shall announce the results of my deliberations as sole judge in this year?s Beau Peep Annual Christmas Competition, held annually, every year in the run-up to Christmas, and this year is no exception.
There were over 30 entries this year, including five ineligible and several illegible. My initial task was to grade them into one of three categories, which we can name (for the sake of argument) ?Very Good?, ?Pretty Good?, and ?Borderline Good?. After having tossed out the ineligible entries (i.e. those that did not spell out the name of a Beau Peep character using the initial letters of each line), this process resulted in a shortlist of eight contenders for the Golden Beau, 2007.
And after much meditation, lubrication, and a touch of embrocation, I am delighted to announce the top three entries in traditional reverse order...
This year?s Bronze Beau award (prestige only ? no prize) goes to
COLIN, with the following masterful muse:
Do I enter, I don't know.
Oh what the hell, I'll give it a go.
Required subject, someone's name.
I think I'm getting good at this game.
So here's my entry, I hope it rhymes.
And if it doesn't, there'll be other times.
No one said it had to be good.
"Do you think Peter understood"?
Before I finish, I must just say
Everyone's efforts have made my day.
At best the entrys have been so revealing.
Utmost respect, now where's my Darjeeling?
This year?s Silver Beau award (prestige only ? no prize) goes to our very own
PEEPMASTER for this epic verse:
Turning to the hat-stand
He solemnly declares,
"Everything you've said is right -
Coats should be on chairs.
Only caps and kepis,
Little bonnets too,
Ought to have the right to hang
Naughtily from you".
Ending with this lecture to the soldiers gathered round:
"Look out for nude Turags - they're all mentally unsound"!
Enter army medics with their
Stretcher at the ready.
"Colonel, you're to come with us
As you're quite unsteady".
Reaching for his Prit-Stick, our hero then reacts -
Glueing pics of Doris Day, sideways
On their hats.
Three cheers for the Colonel, (he's less sensible than bats!)
And the winner of this year?s Golden Beau, PLUS prizes from Roger Kettle himself, is
PETER, with this classic composition that had me rolling in the aisles (n.b. I have cut and pasted it as written)...
So much for camels
Only one do I know
Perhaps he gives you flannel
With the spiting though
I
Think he has the
Hump
Hearty congratulations to all.