Pickle Party
If a pickle brings a paddle
To a party in the fall,
And the court is colored umber
And it looks just like the ball,
Would you relish the cucumber
Who was forced to make the call,
Or the dill-ettante not worth his salt,
Who knows no rules at all?
Or that silly little gherkin
Who suddenly got hot,
‘Cuz that dink into the kitchen
Was his bread-and-butter shot,
And the pickleball had landed
Somewhere near the center line,
But all the little gherkin did
Was to brine till he got fined?
If they played it on the sabbath,
Is it kosher for a dill
To slap that little gherkin
And to tell him just to chill?
But the classic was that Vlasic
Who was spying on that sour,
And they caught him with the cornichon
A-peeping in the shower.
No matter how you slice it,
If you relish it or not,
I don’t need to embellish it,
That spicy sour was hot!
----------
for the It's a Pickle Party Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 09/07/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment