Art Ambush of 5/16/2K

 

This week's Art Ambush was hosted in place of Ping by Argon

Illustrate through words, sounds, or graphic art, you, your character dealing with a pushy salesperson. Car dealer, telemarketer, Jehovah's Witness. Take your pick. What does your character do?  Send your response to argon@spindizzy.org  

  

 

  "The Salesman"  By Tarka

 
  A Rap! A Rap at my Door.
  "The Salesman"
 
  A Rap! A Rap at my Door.
    Who could it be.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  I hear it again. A Rap!
    Dinner has only just been served.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  To the door I rush to answer.
    An emergancy it might be.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  The door flys open to the world.
    Who at the threshhold stands.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  What to behold but a smile.
    The grin of a saleman with his bag.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  Wonders of the world he shows to me.
    Things that never could I do without.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  Only a moment it took for me.
    To know my dinner was getting cold.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  With a slame the door was shut.
    There was a oath at my lips.
      At this hour of the day.
     
  Again I now sit at my own table.
    The peas are as chill as ice.
      At this hour of the day.

 

 

 

Wezlee says, "*the phone rings* "hello" *on the other end* "Hello Mr Wezlee, how are you doing today? I am calling to talk to you about your long distance" "well I'm pretty much satisfided with my long distance" " well you interested in more saving" No I said Iwas happy wiht my present service" "oh come on I can save you money" No seriously I am happy with my service" "come on help me here, would you do if I jumped in front of a bus" No don't jump in front of a bus just for me, but I am happy with my present service" " oh ok thank you" "bye bye" *I put the phone down.* "

 

 

 


 

  Described Art by Austin

 

 "My entry, Argon, which would've been artwork: I listen carefully to everything Morticon has to say, nodding and grinning now and then until he finally gets tired and goes off to plan the kidnapping of somebody or other. Once done, I zip back to the Secret Wizards Lair and quickly construct a miniature duplicate of Morticon, set to replay all his requests to be a wizard. We get the whole elite wizard core together to snicker and make disparaging comments about Morticon, but we all agree to not let a word of this out to anyone, lest we hurt his feelings. Then we put the little Morticon doppelganger next to the talking Argon, Topaz, and Maxl dolls to enjoy them going on as usual, and go to bed feeling smugly superior to everyone."

 


Limerick by Willysilver

Willysilver trills, "There once was a salesman named Pete. He was always out walking his beat. He came up to a house and got scared by a mouse, six feet tall from his head to his feet!"

 

 


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