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    [post_content] => Sam flaps past, calm as a mad bat,
Hasn’t a map, sans hat, fad clad,
A sad dad at a crap party. Grabs a stand and –
Hardly a bard, Sam plays anyway. Crazy jams
and whammy bars and… flat, flat, flat.
Can’t play any jazz, and jazz fans pack all stands –
Sam’s bad day. Cats can’t stand Sam’s pap – a car crash.

Sam’s hands slap at bass, a last gasp. Slam’s a wrap, Sam, that’s all…

Cram that! Sam’s hands warp, amass an attack – rad Sam’s back –
And my Gawd, that man can play!
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Ross Sutherland says: Both of Alister’s poems (the other is ‘Doc Roy’) are hilarious and really accomplished in the form. The phrases here flow really naturally, and the constraint often disappears completely. Jazz seems to be a good subject for univocalisms: loads of great ‘A’ words to build a story around. Also, writing in this style is a little bit like a jazz solo! You have to learn to play around the other vowels, right?
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            [wpcf-poem-award] => Winner, Univocal Challenge 2011
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Sam’s Grand Slam

Alister MacQuarrie

Sam flaps past, calm as a mad bat,
Hasn’t a map, sans hat, fad clad,
A sad dad at a crap party. Grabs a stand and –
Hardly a bard, Sam plays anyway. Crazy jams
and whammy bars and… flat, flat, flat.
Can’t play any jazz, and jazz fans pack all stands –
Sam’s bad day. Cats can’t stand Sam’s pap – a car crash.

Sam’s hands slap at bass, a last gasp. Slam’s a wrap, Sam, that’s all…

Cram that! Sam’s hands warp, amass an attack – rad Sam’s back –
And my Gawd, that man can play!