Best Dill Poems

Whilst walking down the street one day,
I saw upon the drain,
A little green dill pickle,
That was beaten by the rain.

I picked it up and took it,
To my house upon the hill.
I placed it in a tiny bed.
I named it, Baby Dill.

I nursed it back to...

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There once was a man who loved garlic dill
Holding them in his hand gave him a thrill
Doorknobs are fermented
With garlic tormented
His wallet and all of his precious bills  ...

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If I had a shiny new nickel
I'd buy me another dill pickle
My wife thinks she knocked me up
Made me go pee in a cup
But pickle juice came out in a trickle...

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I can still smell the scent of pickling spice drifting through the house-

a pickle is just a cucumber, whether it is a cuke, spear, or coin
in a brine of white vinegar, water, spices and pickling salt
and left to ferment for days, weeks, sometimes years
but still...

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A dash of dill is never dull;
It gives the soup some flavor.
With salt and several seasonings,
It helps the sipper savor.

The dried variety is fine
But if you’ve ever tasted
The fresh one, you will not go back
Though often, much is wasted.

For all you need’s a stalk or...

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Carrot Tops His Dill


sandwich between two pieces of bread
were the accouterments of a red head
rich carrot tops spree
as pickle springs glee 
seconds ado as he wears on his spread

connie pachecho

8/3/17...

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I spotted her from far away 
a thin tart
Very svelte in a form 
fitting long green gown
Her face shrouded by 
a rather large
oversized 
Buttercup yellow 
bonnet 
Daffy O' Dill 
The Spring maiden 
flaunting and teasing 
Passers by.  Who could miss 
the huge bonnet
Towering over...

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Oesophagus is an appetite yet is it appropriate? Well in some cases it is merely only a handful of peanuts that shroud an already crowded melon. But what of force in a nation of static? Oh no. Apparently not. That is far too emblematic you...

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Meeting a dill 
has to bode ill.

2017...

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Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow...

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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish

A dish of disappointment
mocks the kitchen chef
two anomalies sitting on his cutting board
all in their glory, dumbfounded
... and unappetizing 
plated for aliens and not humans
or for a horse that doesn’t know better
this recipe’s giving him the blues and...

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The first time I met you 
I loved you.
You took me with you to 
a field of paper flowers.
We laughed an played
all day.
But nanny came and said
it was time to go inside.

The sun faded, the field
turned to ashes and
my love diminished.
You saw the world but
never...

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over dill
over gale
as I knit the rusty nail
and the jay nons keep crowing along….
something seems off, but I have no idea what
in a way, it sounds delightfully familiar...

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No bash so far, beats the one in the jar
Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar 
No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill
When the lid comes off it’s an open bar!

So relish your time and come get your fill
No asparagus juice here, that’s...

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