Dawn said, “Hey mister, did you see my poor meatball, as I seem to have lost it when somebody sneezed? Is there any chance that it rolled down this sewer where you are living in? Why are you down there anyway? Are there a lot of rats down there? What is it like to live in a sewer? Anyway, I was just checking about my meatball, it is not like I was going to eat it any more if it went down the sewer. I guess I should look someplace else.” The monster in the sewer said. “You need to think, what your family would say if they knew that you were talking to a strange man that lives in the sewer. Stop worrying about your meatball rolling away and think what the future would be like if you were eating your dinner in the sewer with a monster like me. Take this red balloon and go away Dawn, I don’t have your meatball.”
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie NEKNEERAJ’s Photo Challenge #297.
JFC! That’s hysterical!
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Thanks Violet.
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Lyrical Horror with Manners
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Thanks Li.
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And one of my favorite Gour Seasons songs, to boot!
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Thanks Fandango.
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Except I meant FOUR Seasons. Oops. 😏
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Wow, great humor!
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Thanks Eugenia.
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Most welcome!
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😁
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macabre humour at its best!
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My sense of humor is more off-the-wall than macabre, as macabre means disturbing and horrifying because of involvement with or depiction of death and injury.
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my sincere apologies for misunderstanding
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