Ergo, the Ogre

A Cocktail Weiner

It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close.

***

Closing time

and you’re still

here,

sipping

the same martini

stabbing at its

soggy olive

with a limp toothpick.

Juke box is off.

Lights are on.

It’s just you

And me.

Then you whip

It out.

très petit!

Laughing,

I dial 911 —

you run.

 

 

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11 responses to “A Cocktail Weiner”

  1. whimsygizmo Avatar
    whimsygizmo

    Ha! This is a wild ride. I don’t know whether to laugh, or hope the police get there in time. ;)

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  2. msjadeli Avatar
    msjadeli

    You played that just right. Those laughs will echo in pervo’s ears for a long time.

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  3. Grace Avatar
    Grace

    The ending kicks into action!

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  4. Victoria Stuart Avatar
    Victoria Stuart

    This is awesome. Thanks for the wild ride.

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  5. revivedwriter Avatar
    revivedwriter

    Hahaha! 😂 Nicely written!

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  6. Frank Hubeny Avatar
    Frank Hubeny

    Even the toothpick is limp.

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  7. Dale Avatar
    Dale

    Hahaha! Love this!

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  8. L. Stevens Avatar
    L. Stevens

    Ha, loved the ending!

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  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    Oh… such a small weiner… great ending

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  10. Stine Writing Avatar
    Stine Writing

    Poor soul with such a small weiner to offer. What will the police say if they catch him?

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  11. lillian Avatar
    lillian

    Oh dear!!!!!!!

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