here are the three winning poems from the Holy Shit Scavenger Hunt.
"Write a poem for Buffalo Bill, what on earth for? He hasn't written one for me before. Poetry is an art that's wasted on Bill. He's long in the tooth and over the hill. A poem is beauty and truth alone. So I'll write one for Sara and Nhatt and Simone."
Overdrive
"When I hear his lovely voice, thinking about those toys, roger, roger, I can hear what's on your cheek, is it a tear? South West Seven, North West Five, what's so funny, do I laugh? Billy, Billy, Beardy Boy, We love you muppet, Oi!"
Vojtech
"Oh Bill, Buffalo Bill, you're riding up and down the hill. You're a man, not a boy. Riding around like an urban cowboy. One of the first London messengers. You're now a Creative controller. Broken-hearted by brakeless fixies, cut off by london taxies, you're looking out for donkeys and muppets, keeping them informed in Moving Target. Someone once said 'are you Buffalo Bob?' 'Hell no, I'm with the courier mob. Bill is my name, monsieur Bill.'