Dill Poems - Poems about Dill

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 he’s seeing red where … his yellow brick road has two strangers...

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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 just swill That’s the best party perk of a gherkin Gettin’ sliced...

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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 remain always cool and so crunchy forever crispy- no...

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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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Meeting a dill has to bode ill. 2017...

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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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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 see. And emblems are depicted in a dungeon. Dingy dogmatic...

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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 the thin frame as she flowed with The wind and sunned...

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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 two And it gets sold in bunches. I have no call to...

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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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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 bright green health. Its flesh was plump and firm. Whenever I would...

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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 breathed it's pure air. You left me standing on that front...

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