In A Pickle Poems - Poems about In A Pickle

being in a May-December relationship could test the boundaries of patience like the football socks under a teenager’s bed it does not age well these relationships have unique challenges the rehashed stories of ‘the good old days’ smell of figments of their imagination as it contradicts with history lessons taught they harp on about ‘songs with words’ ones people could dance to with their...

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Remember when the paddle board was used for a different type of paddling...

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Help me Mum I'm stuck up this tree, I thought it was Bamboo I just couldn't see, It's getting quite windy, so I gripping much tighter, And I don't want to worry you but my grips getting slighter, Come and get me Mum and I'll promise I will be a good little Panda, Well I will be after I've eaten...

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Skinny skeleton sneaked out of the jack-o-lantern in record time. I had already bet that he would; I had bet my cousin a shiny new dime. You didn’t put him in there tightly enough, my cousin accused me. I was not about to give him any leeway at the hallow tree. I collected the dime and boasted to all...

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Your vehicle's surely in a pickle Because you, its owner, are so fickle You claim depreciation Never appreciation You don't think your car's worth a plugged nickel...

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The Elves were in a pickle As the Reindeer brought forth a crucial stat. They would surely die... should they attempt to fly Now dear Santa was too fat. Their contract was clearly structured To keep them safe and sound. Where it would state... poor Santa's weight Could not exceed three hundred pounds. They were well aware of Santa's feelings And no one wished...

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CUCUMBER I IN A PICKLE SALAD- O' I'm in pickle found my means in a garden. picked, washed, cook, LOOK! I have evolved went, from a cucumber to a, pickle I’m broken. so stressed out now I’m being cut-up and placed in bowl made of salad cucumberly, I- found myself on this sandwich . I'm in a pickle fickle, fickle jam, cut up placed beside crouton. where’s...

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At my friend’s house over dinner I emptied a pickle jar My fickle buds relished infinitum The tickle of sweet and sour Didn’t suspect had a base of rum. Soon the full moon appeared sickle From forehead sweat dripped in trickle It was fruitless to stickle For beyond doubt I was pickled I found prickly me in a pickle. February 21, 2020...

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This is a pickle so I'll bear-and-grin it It's my very own pickle got me IN it It was always sweet with pickle power But all these wrappings make it sour Perhaps you'll get the urge to peel it For dressed like this I'll never feel it Despite your valiant efforts twerkin' I'll still be left with a gimpy Gherkin Another tumble upon...

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In a pickle am I. All is green. It's like some kind of plant quarantine! Yes, I feel like I’m hidden from view and without a clue what I should do! What a pickle I’m IN. It’s severe. How the heck did I ever get here? It’s not comfy to be in this pickle. And now am I feeling a prickle? I much...

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I'm in a preposterous pickle Caught up in a pitiful plight, Hands raised in a sign of surrender Enmeshed in a garment too tight! I'm bleating a plea for assistance But nobody answers my call, As changing room cubicles whisper 'She tried on a dress far too small!' 19.02.20 Pickle Poetry Contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter...

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Here we sit all cold and wet, ...

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War ain’t a kosher thing The killing of innocent human beings was never FDA approved (From Da Almighty) Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty to the citizen poor But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty, before sending them off to war Dem silver-loving Scrooges were publican greedy Re-schooled Roman togas playing hooky pocket pool Coin-operated Caesar stooges ...

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Seems to me, we're in quite of a pickle, Our leaders do all that they can To grab power, that's all! Men are fickle At best, rarely honor God's plan. What a joke! How to love one another? You're you! So how can I be safe? "Lock you up!" There's no way you're my brother! The thought that you're free makes me...

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My wife is even worse than Aunt Bee when she makes pickles. She gave some to some celebrities and that's what killed Don Rickles. When people eat her pickles, they turn green and puke. Then they want to fight, they tell me to put up my dukes. My wife sells her pickles at our convenience store. When people eat them,...

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