Into the lounge he shuffles,
feet never leaving the floor.
If they’d turn the music down
you’d be able to hear his joints.
You’ve seen his kind before –
shirt open to here, honest-to-god
gold chain – looking for a target.
Even his pick-up lines creak.
It’s another Quadrille Night at dVerse Poets Pub. Forty-Four words (just like the epitath for the Old West gunslinger: “Here lies Lester Moore, Four slugs from a .44, No Les No More”) is what’s required. And the magic word tonight is, “Creak.”
AAAAAHHHHH!!! Now THAT’S scary!
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Yes, it is. It ALL is!
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And no doubt an Italian cornicello dangling from the gold chain!
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No doubt! Or a vial and a mini spoon.
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I cackled. Seriously. Cackled!
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My work is done!
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Yup.
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I liked the creaking pick-up lines.
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Haha! There’s one in every bar! Glad you enjoyed it.
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This is by far the scariest poem ever written in humankind! !!
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No doubt. Well… maybe one where he meets his match… mate.
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Hahaha!!
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This left me laughing aloud. Oh yeah, I see him, in a dozen smoky dance halls ! Great fun.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed this.
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I have seen one like him before ~ Thanks for the chuckles tonight ~
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Only one? I think they must have breeding grounds nearby!
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I think he needs a new line and perhaps, some new attire
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Aw! His clothes are almost classic. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Hahahaha! Perfect last line.
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Thank you! I worked long and hard on that one. 🙂
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I think it’s a perfect example where wine don’t age well (if you’re not after vinegar)… but you have to love him for still trying..
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Ha ha!
‘If they’d turn the music down
you’d be able to hear his joints’
and
‘Even his pick-up lines creak’ –
it’s not even 8 am and I’m giggling!
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Some just never give up. And of the young, some are caught still, unawares. Nice poem.
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Thank you! I agree. There are still sharks in the water. Glad you liked the poem.
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Smiling I am…………especially at the last line. Yep — I’m sure this character still appears in clubs, bars etc….strutting in..still smiling I am.
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Something like the line about Keith Richards and cockroaches: the only creatures that potentially will survive a nuclear holocaust. Glad I made you smile.
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Chortle chortle- loving this..
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I’m glad! No prior history, I hope! 🙂
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I can imagine him dancing to Night Fever. 😉
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All the Travolta moves! Or the Tin Woodsman! Glad you enjoyed it!
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