Pickle Party Time

Tomorrow is the huge party, everyone has been invited to come even the turkey. The turkey has been roasted and weighed, salads and cakes have been made. Rows of pickles are on the plate, sliced cheese and crackers wait. Now off to bed, a soft pillow for my tired head. Dreaming of dancing pickles everywhere, there was even a big cute brown bear. The bright sun was coming in, what a dream that has been. I opened the refrigerator~what did I see, a mess looking back at me. The pickles and brie, were they dancing or wanting to flee. Was that brown fur, my eyes must be a blur. No more wine the night before a huge party, just some simple turkey. Date Written: 8/14/2022