I won a competition; I’ve entered quite a few.
An evening trip to New York – plus a meal for two.

I waited for the tickets but nothing did arrive.
I checked my post box every day – it’s a long walk down my drive.

I suddenly awoke one night in really quite a state.
Something told me loud and clear I should have checked the date.

And so it dawned upon me, the competition I thought so cool;
Was nothing but a cruel hoax, a bloomin’ April Fool.

© Val Gibbs, 9th April 2014