Christmas Cohmpetition submission by Paul from England:

Rejected by gnohm

There once was a young man from Rohm
Who thought he’d write a flash pohm
He wrote the first stanza,
with sheer eleganza
and thought that he’d produce a tohm

The second verse floh’d from his dohm
through the hair that did not need a cohm
as the fur was so sparse
to brush was a farce
and the skin was all shiny like chrohm

The third felt just like coming hohm
though he knew it was likely to bohmb
though doggerel it were
he felt it was pure
and scribbled it down with aplohmb

He read it to his garden gnohm
who buried himself in the lohm
saying “oh god my head
tell the earthwohrms instead
cos you’ve quite worn out your welcohm”