Tickle My Pickle
I once was in a pickle between 1st and 2nd base
I wasn't in a jar but I saw the pitchers face
It was a sour type of game and quite dill
I ran to 2nd to persevere my place
With a sent if vinegar and brine dripping on my face
The umpire yelled with a loud voice
Your Safe!!!
Contest: It’s a Pickle Party
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date Created: 08/31/2022
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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