Weakened Post

She: “I’m fading. Can we call it a night?”

He: “What? No strawberries? Nights should come with strawberries. Especially yours. But they should also come with posts. I need a post for this weekend. Post haste.”

She: “Light post?”

He: “After yesterday’s, it probably should be. Hey, waitaminute …”

She: “Fence post?”

He: “That’s what I was afraid of. En garde!

She: “Don’t you go postal on me!”

He: “How can I? I don’t have a post yet!”

She: “You don’t? What do you call this, then? Wrap it up and post it. It’s nighttime.”

He: “What? No strawberries?

  – O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2009 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.

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