In Competition No. 3300, you were invited to describe in verse a meal of your choice with a well-known poet, living or dead.

The entry was a whopper, with too many star performers to name individually. Hats off, all round. The winners, which include David Silverman’s account of going on a bender with Dante, take £25.

Our breakfast stood – a Loaded Plate –
Of Bacon – crisply Hot
Two Sausages – in bursting skins –
Of mushrooms – a compote
The farmyard’s Gift – two yellow Eggs
Whose faces – shamed the Sun
Fried Bread that sizzled in the Pan –
Hot Sauce upon my Thumb
A dash of...