PICKLES

Written by: Diana-Marie Bombardieri

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