Ginger and Pickle Store
Ginger and Pickle store; what is that? She asked.
I had no idea; I was pouring last drop from a flask.
It is where I keep my lemonade, because it feels cool.
Besides it makes the others crazy, in this weirded-up school.
I am serious, she said. Mrs. Hen and Goose are over there.
I ran with her then; we saw two squirrels in the air.
What is a Ginger and Pickle store? I asked the two fowls.
Not sure, replied the goose, but hopefully they sell pig jowls.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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