Pollyanna Gets Diagnosed with Cancer -------------------------------------------
"The results are in," she said with a grin, "and once again ... I'm positive!"
I fear 99.9 % of those who read this bizarre little satire will equate 'cancer' with Hester Prynn's scarlet letter and miss the entire point of this lunatic exercise. It's as absurd as a dying man's life flashing before his eyes and putting him to sleep. I wonder if Pollyanna ever considered the high score in golf to be a gift from the gods (of lobotomized golfers, at least).
Ah, Polly! You'll have a grin on your face and the positive demeanor of a mannequin long before rigor ever tweaks that jolly face! OK, I'm becoming sarcastic, so I'd better say well done on the martian haiku ;)
Why is it sometimes so hard to express simple sentiments?.................... I suppose that's what poetry takes on.... I'll try it again: These are my own thoughts originally based on an assumption that this was a writing exercise- which may be wrong. If it were real, the writing would take on an entirely different tone, I thought. And now you've explicitly said this is not so. .... Regardless, the point should still be made, and especially because so many others thought literally, that it is hard to joke about cancer because that is the dread disease of our time. Although we might be better off if we could. At least according to Norman Cousins.... It would be like making light of the Black Plague in medievil days or the flu after WWI. Not that you couldn't do it. It's just that people would tend to react emotionally. In terms of being optimistic vs. pessimistic in general...a typical analogy of seeing whether a glass of water is "half full" or "half empty." We know how Pollyanna sees it and unflinchingly, and no matter what. In a way it seems like she could use a slap upside her stupid head.... regardless of where she pokes her little dimpled , braided smiling head- in poetry and IRL ... A "bit" of cynicism pours forth in the poem, which I appreciate. Your rhyming adds to color the tone against the backdrop of cancer. Similiar to rhymes like scary movies that have children sing-songing rhymes in the attic of the old haunted house.... .....optimistic little fiends that the children are...merrily singing happy little rhyming tunes while chucky is sawing off their parents heads... Anyway, it adds to the effect. Incidentally, not centrally. I don't know if you've encountered Gary Larson's comedy books. You'd probably enjoy them, if you haven't already read them. I hate being bored. This was interesting. Thanks for writing.
Kinda...sadistic. I'd really love to see her play the "Happy Game"..or was it "Glad Game" with this one!
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Well, umm, I didn't undersatand it. I think I completely missed the point, thought it seems to be funny, like a clever inside joke. I like 'She said with a grin' image; makes her look like a pixi, smiling impishly. But what about, I wonder...? Hmm. I love the rhythm and rhyming, and it has character. I just don't get it, though.