I Am In a Pickle With You

Here we sit all cold and wet, please do not start to fret. Let me snuggle up to you, I promise not to chew. I think these new glass jars, really came in a box from mars. Some say this stinky pickle juice, tastes like it came from a big moose. I don't care if you're sweet or dill, you will always be my thrill. We both may be green, so we can't help our jeans. I will love you until the end, you will always be my best friend. Guess we can't get out of this pickle we are in, so let's just say amen. (Two talking pickles stuck in a jar.) Written Date: 2/16/2020 3 Place STRAND CHOICE Z, any form, any theme Contest Judged:4/4/2020 sponsored by: Brian Strand