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
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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