Little Ellie was looking forward to her tea party. Her favourite dolly, Zsa-Zsa, and her lovely teddy bear, Mr Snotrag, were both sitting waiting to be served. What a pity Sambo, her golliwog, was unable to come. He had been strung up on a tree by Hank and Big Ed, her two Southern Baptist KKK action men.
Ellie was so happy. She looked out of the pretty lace-curtained windows of the little shack which she shared with her one-legged mother, her drunken rapist father and her four mentally retarded brothers and what a pretty sight: the local police were having fun beating up a couple of no good vagrants and how the sun glinted off the tramps' teeth as they flew through the air.
She asked Zsa-Zsa how she liked her tea and Zsa-Zsa told her to put some fuckin' moonshine in it. So she added a stiff measure of her Daddy's best rotgut to the Earl Gray. "And three fuckin' lumps o' sugar, bitch," growled Zsa-Zsa.
Next she asked Mr Snotrag whether he would like some tea as well, but the little bastard just gave her the finger by way of response. My, my, there was no pleasing some people, Little Ellie thought. So she kicked Mr Snotrag in the face and he flew over the room and guess where he landed? Right on the face of her sleeping, drunken, rapist father who woke up and threatened Little Ellie with serious fuckin' violence if she didn't fuckin' watch it.
So Little Ellie sat in terrified silence, sipping her tea while her little world turned round and round and that old granddaddy clock went tick tock tick tock on the wall of the little smelly shack. And outside in the 95 degree heat, the screams of the vagrants died down as they fell into unconsciousness and the two cops drove off looking for some more riff-raff to interrogate.
Zsa-Zsa finished her impromptu Long Island Tea and burped. So Little Ellie knew it was time for her saucy dolly to go and do wee-wees. So she took the dolly off to the can to tip her out, but it was no good as the little bitch pissed all over her before she could get her knickers off(the doll's knickers I mean).
Little Ellie was so annoyed that she broke Zsa-Zsa's right arm in three places and hurled the poor little fucker into the corner. Little Ellie's birthday party was good and spoiled now, so she got dressed up in her favourite stockings and suspenders and her nice nurse's uniform and out she went to earn a bit of cash to keep her drunken Daddy in booze.
It was just another dreary ol' day at Dingly Dell.
Author notes
Another nice short story from Edna at www.allpoetry.com/poem/1711617
Written March 29th, 2006
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I'm fascinated by the goings on at Dingly Dell. And here's me thinking it was going to be a boring ' really nice ' story. Sharp writing!
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Well, dear yer, it's called satire. Maybe you have never heard of it. Try Wikipedia if you don't have a dictionary.
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I don't understand your chosen idiom Dingly Dell to me means
a children's garden where pixies and fairies gather this poem conjures up a very disturbing picture of a disfragmenting
peaceful area in our lives,you certainly know how to get a
reaction and mine is, aggression is catching,where is the love?
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Cool story!
Wow! Dingly Dell sounds like a place I'd really like to spend some time in. I think I can relate to people there. I think you really nailed the way that children reflect what they see in their playtime. -
WOW! This is really good! I felt sorry for Ellie, because of her dad being the way he was. You did a great job on this, and I really enoyed reading it. Keep up the great work, Jessica.
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Sounds like a normal day in old US of A to me. Well, and bits of urban life all over the 'developed' world. Does Ellie live next door to Sid in Toy Story? xx deb
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This is funny, sick and demented but funny all the same.
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You are so twisted. A man after my own heart. This endearing story should find its way into the first grade readers... naw it's too deep for them. I loved it.
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this is a great story. it's really unique and well written. the only thing i didn't understand was Zsa-Zsa...like how to pronounce that but meh, that's fine i suppose. other than that, awesome job, keep up the good work.
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i like it
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The way to keep up with my latest outpouring is to put me on your "favourites" list under "settings" - then AP tells you of each new posting. Keep reading.
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Hmmmmmmm truely unique I must say. But I'm beginning to see all of your work is unique. I always look forward to your new writes....wondering "what's next"? LOL. Anyway, I really enjoyed it!
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Edna, where does it all come from? It must be from living in the violent capital, things like that don't happen in the secluded, genteel North West!!!!LOL. Well done girl. Val
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excellent
Wow,what a story,i really loved this and i just kept wondering what was going to happen next.It was one of these stories that you've just got to read and read,loved it so much,looking forward to the next episode. -
i just loved this little ditty. i feel that there is a lot of truth in this write. i can feel the emotion very strongly keep writeing
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Another dreary day - wonder what a lively one would be like. Just where do you store all these ideas of yours? What prompts these writes? Really a surprise every write - keep writing...
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Being a Monty Python fan, I was attracted to this by the Dingly Dell reference. A bit more violent than I remember hearing... it's nice to see that the 21st century has left no place untouched. Good stuff.
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No sadly I don't know this little poem you quote but it seems lovely enough to me.
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Nice one
Sounds like that old poem, "Down our street we had a merry party/Everyone was oh so gay and hearty/talk about a treat/we snaffled all the meeat/and drank all the beer in the boozer down the street/There was little sonny Jim, trying to get it in
Sorry, the rest is X certificate but I expect you know it all anyway. -
Well Edna you certainly have a way with words in ripping the innocence out of a childhood memory. Your are right in one way, what sometimes look sweet can be dark and ugly.
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Queer Dingly Dell.
What a perfectly refined family.How delightful to meet such charming people.The mentally reatrded,the rapist father and the view outside sounds like bliss.I hope Ellie realises how luky she is to be surrounded by family that believe in "Taking care of themselves and each other"as in the words of that Springer man who brings such amusing stories for our enjoyment.Though must confess don't have the education to understand half of what they say but one has to keep oneself amused,don't you agree darling.I have lived in Knightsbridge most of my life but would very willing to go to Dingly Dell if you could give my driver explicit instructions.When I was a gal had many a delightful tea party with my "Little Friends" but they seem boring in comparison to Ellie's little dos.Oh,by the way I thought you mentioned that tramps don't usually have teeth so what is this about the sun shining off them.
Anyway must go darling.It is time for my daily hair appointment at Harrods.Do you think it is possible that I might meet Ellie's charming mother there.
Kissie,kissie and hugs .
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Leave it to Edna to shake things up in here. Well, the moonshine's always ripe back up over yonder on Coot Hill. LOL.
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dingledastic
well what a sad way to spend your birthday. spurned and mistreated by her nasty using friends, not to mention pissed upon. missing her golliwog and threatened by her father!
well, at least she gets to top up her nurses pay with a bit of prostitution.
I sometimes wonder what you are on, then I wonder where I can get hold of some of whatever it is.
I sense more to come. Hope so.
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