In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fill In the Blank.”
Fill In the Blank
Three people walk into a bar . . .
X: What is a 689?
Z: Abstractions are all you have ever thrown at me.
Y: It happened when ancients came sounding modern.
Z: What does fear do to you?
X: There were two elephants. One was big and other was small. The big maroon elephant was going to shake the hut and the white one was benign but rumplestiltskin called both of them away.
Y: There is nothing random and no agendas hidden.
X: Blue violet scarlet tomorrow’s indigos.
Y: Hazy moons and cows are drinking your wine now?
Z: Those who gave up enjoyed it!
X: Merry-go-rounds get shattered.
Y: You know your problem right?
Z: You are a braggart who bought salmagundi?
X: This dream remained hidden beneath the feline prompts and cuckoo clans.
Y: A clue!
Z: Wise people give up the skill.
Y: It’s stunning.
X: The ku-klux-klan is relaying gross and subtle dementia.
Z: You are wasting your time here!
X: You are clueless.
X: Only fools inspire dreams.
Y: Illuminatus, Tractatus-logico-philosophicus.
Z: Thanatos, eros, glucose, fructose and lactose!
X: A mystery!
Y: Did you know it was precious when the old lady saw the ghost? The child cried until it was beaten by the mother, as if, it was waiting to be beaten by the baton before falling asleep!
Y: It will never feel enough.
Z: Punctilious, supercilious, bilious?
X: Aflatun, abra-ka-dabra, shutterboxer habernacle!
Z: Totum-hokum-pokum factotum and tummy-lee-jones
X: Wake up now.
Z: Meredith is gone with galactus.
X: If you don’t have skill you can pretend to have some!
Y: The yellow snake ran away without looking at me.
Z: They were looking for a place to park!
X: The head had two branches and hands were clawed.
Z: Fictions are facts and facts are fictions there!
Y: As if you knew!
Z: Who could have known?
X: The flautist had no-brain.
Y: All mouse followed your pipedreams.
X: Tales beelzebub told had a lion become a flutterby in a field with corn and then thinning of boundaries was enough to make shattered pieces of glass become torn away hairs till infinity reached all of them to swindle, bamboozle and dwindle.
Y: You look drunk blabbermouth.
Z: It’s bonanza.
X: Lindane you will never feel left out of bar because it is moorish and boorish!
Y: Too short, too sweet, tweet, twat, twatter bleak banter greek, gater, greet, getter go greet gaty ganter?