This is a poem I wrote for a contest in The Saturday Evening Post. They provide a picture, and you write a Limerick (a five-line poem with the rhyme scheme AABBA, which is usually funny or cute) related to the picture. The best one receives $100 and is published in the magazine, and the two runner ups get "honorable mentions" below it.
This Limerick picture in this issue was of a tent in a backyard, with two little boys peering nervously from the flaps.
Campfire Shivers
At night while we were camping there—
Our cold necks swept with bristled hair—
We thought of going back inside,
But mom would surely have dad's hide
If she knew he gave us such a scare!