~Quince shaped houses landscape Julienned Street
where citric groans once molded a blue cheese night ~
In one home lives reclusive Graham and his wife, Coco,
two dilled, old pickles nervously living on the lamb.
Busted selling urine for addiction pee tests,
they agreed to flee from a legal barbeque.
Combining their bran, they landed on Julienned.
They peppered with fright when a repair man
fell down, done, dead and fried on their hall floor.
Even freaked, they managed to fully bake a plan.
They dragged his body with mixed moans and groans
to the cellar, filleted him and then designated
him the residents permanent cellar staple.
Categories:
dilled, crazy, death, funny, giggle,
Form: Free verse
Wrote this because my wife and I both love dill pickles and eat one before bedtime most
every night.
Haiku:
Cucumber on vine,
Pack them, process them, spice them
Birth of a pickle.
Here's another version that I like also. Second line was suggested to me by Tim Ryerson so
thank you Tim:
Cucumber on vine,
Plucked and peeled, sliced up and dilled...
Birth of a pickle.
Free Verse:
Cucumber patiently growing on vine
Plucked, processed with Mother Nature's abundant spices.
Viola, birth of a dill pickle, Heaven!
Categories:
dilled, food, nature
Form: Haiku