The contests were super close so, in the category of original poem:
Toadstools
They sit on things and make them rot
I like to kick them quite a lot
Don’t mistake them for mushrooms
They’re different you know
Although they both taste bad
Although they both grow
Mushrooms are in a higher demand
While toadstools are spread
Throughout the vast land.
~ Nancy Dudley (1965)
And in the category of existing poetry was an anonymous poem promoted by Ann Campbell:
Subway Haiku
An afternoon bite,
ham and turkey on wheat bread.
Here come the poopies.
~ Anonymous