Pickly Ben
“Gertrude please, I require your help,
I seem to be a little stuck!”
With whine and twine, Ben yelped.
“Get me out of this pickle, quick. It is a must!”
“What is it Ben, what can I do!?”
Gertrude could see Ben was tangled and mangled,
He was stuck and could not move,
He was stuck and sitting at a funny angle.
Gertrude could see his arms were crossed and so were his legs,
“I would love to get you out of this mess, it’s dreadful.”
“Please. Please. Please!” Ben begged.
“I would you see, but Ben, you are a pretzel!”
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