On humid days on the island,
just as the blinding orb
meanders above my dusty window sill,
I take my used sanitary pad,
beckon the mange-ridden mongrel
and ask him what she thinks the fetid
blots represent. Well, she indulges
more in sniffing of dried ova and
hemoglobin, as opposed with telling
me exactly what she percieves.
A contest entry
- A CONTEST for odd people - do it now. by Edna Sweetlove.
300 points, ended June 22, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations on your gold - thought you would win with this one - just right for Edna's taste!
Ann -
This should be nauseating enough to rate highly on Edna`s list
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This is quite disgusting, but written very well in true poetic style and has Edna's praise, so it's looking good for you in this contest. Best of luck from me.
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this isnt good at all... sorry.. but this is disgusting!!
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This is a very lovely piece of writing. "Dried ova" is good (well technically "ova" are plural so maybe I should say it are good. Sniffing is good too.
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