The Stink

Pickle, Pickle, what a tickle! Your sour face makes me fickle. Please remind me about the game; Your salty face made me forget my name. Carrot pickle arrived early, She was wearing a light bikini, She was hanging like Houdini On wagging tail of a pony. Onion pickle arrived in a car, His pungent face had a fresh scar, To garlic pickle he had a war 'cause his mother is a vampire. Drumstick pickle arrived late, He was too hungry, he didn't eat; He didn't know how to hold his plate, He had no hands, just all legs. The other pickles arrived later, To the party they were so eager, They were barking like Justin Bieber 'cause Pacquiao defeated Mayweather. Soon the venue was like a scramble, The odors mixed like a juggle; The waiters could not endure the stink, They all went home without a blink. The pickles danced, the pickles sang, The music rolled, the music rang, They didn't care about the fuzz, While the outside world made a buzz. September 5, 2022 ONE FROM THE DARK SIDE Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless