I just wrote this poem for my current work in progress, Rewriting Rita. What do you think?
Life Isn’t Fair,
Fairs are for cows and pigs seeking the prize,
The blue go to those of the biggest size,
The heftiest cows, the piggiest pig,
The crown goes to the critters most big.
And if you’ll take a gander at the crowd gathered there,
You’ll always find a prize-winning bitch at the fair.