In a Pickle Now
Skinny skeleton sneaked out of the jack-o-lantern in record time.
I had already bet that he would; I had bet my cousin a shiny new dime.
You didn’t put him in there tightly enough, my cousin accused me.
I was not about to give him any leeway at the hallow tree.
I collected the dime and boasted to all about it that Hallows Eve.
I put on my witch costume, and I turned up my hat and one sleeve.
Others followed me to the ice cream store, where a cone was a nickle.
Unfortunately, it was three friends, so now I was in a bit of a pickle.
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