Poetically Pickled Pink
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I am poetically pickled pink; my muse is finally full of ink,
Thanks to Nina I’m back in sync, within a quick blinkity blink…
A pickleworm or picklepuss or maybe an obsequious octopus,
A pickledly positive plus, satisfying my dormant distant discuss…
Like a pickleball and pickleweed, exercising eagerly to exceed,
As picklers pick and proceed, a piercing prick to make me bleed…
A prickly pickelhaube on my head, spiking words as I spread,
All the verses that I shed, making fame when I’m deadly dead.
Feb.15.2020
Placed 9'th...Thank You
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2020
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