Pulling Pickles
[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind
but missed the deadline.]
[A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)]
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Mr Gherkin from Great Britain
Met Miss Pickle, USA
A cross Atlantic soirée
That was going A Okay
He looked her up and down and said,
“So how are you today?”
She looked at him and said, “Terrific,
now you’ve come my way.”
He said, “I love your nice green skin.”
She said, “I like yours too,
alas you smell of vinegar,
a little like I do.”
He asked if they could meet again
She told him, “On your bike.”
She said, “I don’t think we would work,
we’re just too much alike.”
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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