Thanks for visiting my Sunday Whirl non-story verse. I looked in the Mr. Linky to see if you had written for the Whirl, but couldn't find anything. So I found this piece - to return the visit.
The photo and your verse remind me a book I once read where a gentleman was tattooed all over. When he died - his partner more or less preserved the tattoo. Your verse though makes me think of a fanciful tale that has yet to be told...will you tell it?
It really isn't all that sad for some - as in the case of my almost 90 MIL we are doing the best we can. But some of the choices that she makes are hers to live with.
Ouch and Ouch - nice poem and giggle at the end. I do not want to see this map when this kid is 80. I see lots of young people with tattos and often think - looks OK now, but in 20 years buddy, yur gonna look like hell. I am just picturing the future nursing homes, filled to the brink with somebody's map. ha,ha
I'm seeing just a slight touch of her delightful (bottom) Hahahah thought I'd repeat ass! A most delightful journey you sent us through, dashing us with just the perfect touch of wit and spice ! Excellent-ual!!!!
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I love this challenge. Every week Tess gives a wonderful image and challenges us to spin a tale with no limits on our words or our style. We just have to keep it clean. Visit Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales to join the fun, you can write and you can read others. I promise you won't be disappointed.
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THE MAP
Some thought the map was lost
Of how the world used to be
They did not know the ancients
Carved the map on me
One girl of each generation
Was chosen to wear the cover
The carving the ink
Of past history's grand oeuvre
Now Earth's law was "No History"
No names to places past
I must remain forever covered
No one can see my ass.
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Close this window Jump to comment formPoor girl who had to endure the pain of getting this carved on her. For enduring the pain, the least she could have is to have her bottom covered!
December 9, 2012 at 10:37 AM
"cover" with "oeuvre." I like it!
December 9, 2012 at 10:45 AM
Makes us think, but also laugh at the same time! Re: your comment on Mag.....George Carlin once said, "There are no BAD words. Just bad thoughts!"
December 9, 2012 at 10:46 AM
i have seen women on TV that look like this, not a map but this many tattoos... great poem, poor girl
December 9, 2012 at 10:52 AM
your closing line gave me a chuckle....the first bit though would def make for an interesting extended story...
December 9, 2012 at 11:00 AM
ha ha. antarctica could get pretty lumpy and large. :)
December 9, 2012 at 11:10 AM
Excellent and fun. Enjoyed that.
December 9, 2012 at 11:12 AM
What a fun response to the image. I love the serious nature... that brought a chuckle at the end!
December 9, 2012 at 11:20 AM
Witty with a soupçon of "ouch".
December 9, 2012 at 11:20 AM
I see you got to the bottom of the problem! LOL
December 9, 2012 at 11:26 AM
ouch! very clever and witty
December 9, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Great idea made quirky. I wonder where Terra Incognita is situated?
December 9, 2012 at 1:18 PM
Thanks for visiting my Sunday Whirl non-story verse. I looked in the Mr. Linky to see if you had written for the Whirl, but couldn't find anything. So I found this piece - to return the visit.
The photo and your verse remind me a book I once read where a gentleman was tattooed all over. When he died - his partner more or less preserved the tattoo. Your verse though makes me think of a fanciful tale that has yet to be told...will you tell it?
It really isn't all that sad for some - as in the case of my almost 90 MIL we are doing the best we can. But some of the choices that she makes are hers to live with.
December 9, 2012 at 1:48 PM
All I can say is WOW!!!!! Blessings Francine.
December 9, 2012 at 2:31 PM
Ouch, that had to hurt!!! At least she'll never need an Atlas!...:)JP
December 9, 2012 at 3:36 PM
I like the juxtaposition in this, a serious beginning gives way to covering one's butt at the end. Great Magpie!
December 9, 2012 at 4:19 PM
Very clever! I had to look up the meaning of "oeuvre". My word of the day!
December 9, 2012 at 4:48 PM
Very interesting piece, Gail! :o)
December 9, 2012 at 9:15 PM
Hahaha - I hope everything comes out ok in the end!
December 9, 2012 at 9:31 PM
I love the idea that we are the maps of live, wonderful
December 10, 2012 at 3:14 AM
Perfect Gail-we all carry bits and pieces of the dna of the ancients- if you want to look at her "genetic map".
December 10, 2012 at 5:12 AM
Ouch and Ouch - nice poem and giggle at the end. I do not want to see this map when this kid is 80. I see lots of young people with tattos and often think - looks OK now, but in 20 years buddy, yur gonna look like hell. I am just picturing the future nursing homes, filled to the brink with somebody's map. ha,ha
December 10, 2012 at 6:20 AM
Ouch is right.
December 10, 2012 at 7:59 AM
Ha!
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Never saw it coming
(or leaving)
Oh, but for the history untold!
December 10, 2012 at 8:22 AM
Love your sense of humour!
December 10, 2012 at 12:58 PM
heh heh heh.......!
December 10, 2012 at 3:51 PM
..glad the whole world fits right in her skin... enjoyed your attempt... smiles...
December 11, 2012 at 6:46 AM
I'm seeing just a slight touch of her delightful (bottom) Hahahah thought I'd repeat ass! A most delightful journey you sent us through, dashing us with just the perfect touch of wit and spice ! Excellent-ual!!!!
December 11, 2012 at 10:49 AM
I like it.
Made me think AND laugh. A good combo.
=)
December 12, 2012 at 12:07 PM