A competition is about finding the best poems, but what about the content?
One thing is immediately clear: in-laws don’t get a look in. In other words, in-laws don’t inspire poems.
In a few poems family members are cursed to hell, in others actually swiftly dispatched to the other world. In one case an entire family is shot in the first line.
Often children are compared to (soft) fruit, whereas parents are likened to objects. There are a large number of stillborn children and on the whole parents practise vigorous smacking.
As a matter of fact, poems about love feature more grandparents than parents. Groovy couples from the sixties don’t seem to make the best of parents.
For more observations I recommend the full column.