Pickles
sour pickles make me sick
all it takes is just one lick
dare, not truth, is what I pick
now I fear I will feel ick
to ease the torture, my nose I clip
lifting a green fiend to my lip
blah! Yuck! Would taste improve with spice?
or perhaps chill the beasts on ice?
to honour my dare, I fight down a slice
all the while hoping, my rival gets lice
05/23/12
For Catie Lindsey's CONTEST: Word Games
Copyright © Diana-Marie Bombardieri | Year Posted 2012
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