Pickle In a Pickle
This is a pickle so I'll bear-and-grin it
It's my very own pickle got me IN it
It was always sweet with pickle power
But all these wrappings make it sour
Perhaps you'll get the urge to peel it
For dressed like this I'll never feel it
Despite your valiant efforts twerkin'
I'll still be left with a gimpy Gherkin
Another tumble upon your hassock
Is a fruitless fruit not worth a Vlasic
For a pickle in a poncho is under par
And it's far better off in a canning jar
Cuz ...
It's not the pick of pickle, it's in how you aptly pack it
But I can't pack my pickle ... in a damned latex jacket.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Pickle" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
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