Over The Edge

This piece is offered in response to visual prompt Mag 33 at Magpie Tales seen at bottom of post,
also prompt 22 at Writer’s Island,
and prompt #135 at One Single Impression.

Over The Edge

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From down there, down there,
it’s coming from down there.
From where — down there?
Yes Sis, I swear!

That horrible smell
that’s filling the air,
the one that’s most certainly
impossible to bear,
is coming from that women
with the massive blue hair
sitting alone on the patio chair,
on the deck of the house,
that’s below us — right there!

What a putrid aroma,
you’d think that she’d care.
There are simply some things
that one never should share,
like the stink that is rising
from that patio chair,
on the deck of the house
that’s below us down there.

And the hideous color
of that mountain of hair —
I can’t help it, can’t help it,
I can’t help but stare.

It’s a tangled and horrible monument to
a disgusting and eye-blinding
shade of bright blue —
and it’s causing a feeling of nausea too!

I must look away my heads starting to whirl,
and I feel that my toes are beginning to curl,
I fear over the edge here I’m going to hurl —
and I don’t want to do that in front of a girl.

Maybe I’m wrong
but I would assume,
if one’s going to bathe
in a noxious perfume,
they’d at least have the manners
to exhibit some pride,
and not foul the ozone,
instead — stay inside.

Not to be the forecaster
of gloom and of doom,
but keep the eco-disaster
contained to one room.

And if you’re chromatically challenged my friend,
consider the others that you might offend.
A monumentally grotesque rat’s nest of blue,
is not something I care to look at on you!

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rob kistner © 2010


Mag 33

58 thoughts on “Over The Edge”

    1. So glad you enjoyed it Maureen, it was a blast to write… 😉

      I have a very vital inner child, I believe it is the one I was forced to suppress when I was a child…

      …rob

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    1. Good idea Helen… 😉 This certainly wasn’t a product review of Acqua di Parma, the concept of perfume just triggered this little bit of nonsense in honor of Shel Silverstein’s birthday…

      …rob

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  9. Wow – thanks for the fun read, Rob, for the prompt and for the introduction to Shel Silverstein. I’d no idea he was the chap who wrote my favourite country song: A Boy Named Sue. I sent “A Messy Room” to my grandson.

    Now, how to follow that? Nose to the grindstone, ViV

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    1. You are most welcome Viv, it was great fun to write… 😉

      Shel was a bit edgier than, and never quite enjoyed the fame of, Seuss… but I like Shel like I like Seuss, they both appeal to my inner child — a part of my ‘being’ that i feed and cloth daily, including collecting the most creative of toys that come to the marketplace every year (which also strongly appeals to the product designer in me – the best of the annual toys are brilliant designs)… I never got to have a ‘sane’ childhood, so I’m having it now… 😉

      …rob

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  18. How did she be there
    Sitting on that chair
    With such clumsy hair
    Stink is not a thing to share

    Yes, Rob. she should have understood.. no she won’t be back.. hopefully.. Thanks for your unique take on the prompt Monument.. loved it..man..

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  23. Wonderful and so much fun. I love the humor and the style. I love the delicious:

    a disgusting and eye-blinding
    shade of bright blue –
    and it’s causing a feeling of nausea too!

    Please come on over to my blog for my poem, A Distant Drum Roll, which has a different style, but still may appeal to your sensibilities.

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  24. Thanks for the delightful Seuss like piece.
    Now I feel challenged to try my hand at his style – for fun

    Thanks for visiting One Shot Wednesday

    you site is a delight

    Moondustwriter

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