Jeff Kyser Poet Monorhyme

Marmalade Popsicle

Marma laid there, endured Pop’s tickle
Marm got even, swung the sickle
These days, Pop’s a bit less fickle
Stares at Marma’s jar of pickles

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H/T to Gershon's Let Your Hair Down

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Terry Flood July 21, 2022 at 3:53 PM There’s a lot to be said for sleeping on your stomach Jeff Kyser July 21, 2022 at 4:14 PM lol, true

Kim Rodrigues July 21, 2022 at 7:27 AM Great twister!

Gershon Wolf July 20, 2022 at 7:10 PM Thanks for the nod, Jeff -- though I'll never look at a jar of pickles the same way again. lol.

L Milton Hankins July 19, 2022 at 8:13 PM (chuckling) And I don't know why! Gershon Wolf July 20, 2022 at 7:11 PM Et tu, Jeff-e?! Jeff Kyser July 19, 2022 at 8:16 PM It’s Gershon’s fault