Long Gherkin Poems
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The London Gherkin gives no inspiration
As for the Auditorio de Tenerife by Calatrava
I can think of no other explanation
Except perhaps they shared too many bottles of Cava
The National Grand Theatre built by Paul Andreu
Built in Beijing China; and it looks just like a dome
I wonder what he was on, when he put the plans on show
It looks like a greenhouse- that we have here at home
Simmons Hall in Cambridge Massachusetts
Looks like a Lego prison gone wrong.
Did Steven Holl take some bets?
Or had he been on the bottle too long
Architecture of the contemporary kind
Does not inspire me
I am more an of old fashioned girl
And will accept a castle built just for me.
30 St Mary’s Axe is commonly known as the London Gherkin
I wondered if owls became depressed
And if they ever cry
Then instead of saying who
They just wondered why
If a man pulls pickles from a jar
At his place of work
Does he become a pickle plucker
Or a gherkin jerk
My marriage lasted forty years
It's been a lot of fun
The reason I'm still living is
My wife don't own a gun
When she calls me honey dew
I really get suspicious
Because it's honey dew the ironing
Or honey dew the dishes
When something needs fixing at my house
I do it right away
Why put off until tomorrow
What you can screw up today
Thanks to genetic research
The future's bright it shows
You'll be able to choose your children's ears
And even pick their nose.
This tale is about Pickle Onion Percy
Who is besotted with a little cocktail pickle called Tracy Tickle
Many hours are spent together chatting and laughing
On a warm soft fresh slice of rye pumpernickel
Now, Percy is known for being somewhat fickle
He is poor and only possesses a nickel
He is the target of Asparagus and Gherkin… who take the mickle
Who harass and bully him …. As tears down Percys face do trickle
Truth is , Gherkin and Asparagus also fancy the sweet Tracy Tickle
Though she thinks they are bullies and so very mean
Both tall ,weird and lumpy looking
And horrible shades of green
Tracy Tickle only has eyes for Percy Pickle
Asparagus and Gherkin actually make her feel quite sickle
Percy is sweet, funny and kind
Tracy desperately wants to become Mrs Pickle!
“It’s a pickle, Puss,” her husband proposes.
“Is it sweet?” she probes.
“It’s a dill, Darling. Just what the doctor ordered.”
The doctor’s face, like vinegar. The nurse didn’t care
for pickles at all. She thought the pickle was a prop.
“No,” the doctor said, “It is a proper pickle and delicious,
though I’ve not tried it.” The nurse just stared
at the newest addition to the pickling jar. It’s junior size,
a miniature snack, at best. It won’t get any bigger.
“Get me a Gherkin!” the doctor yells, “Stat!”
“That’s not a pickle!” yells the wife,
“That’s not a craving. It’s a baby cucumber.”
“Well, I’ll be pickled!” the doctor laughs.
“What a quack!” whispers the husband to his wife.
To the nurse, “Get my wife a snack.”
The nurse brings in the prized pickle and the wife snatches
the giant jolly green, “Now, this will do quite nicely.”
And the couple lived happily ever after, unencumbered,
having the whole enchilada, well the prickly pickle, dear.
8/27/2022
Contest: It's A Pickle Party
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
If a pickle brings a paddle
To a party in the fall,
And the court is colored umber
And it looks just like the ball,
Would you relish the cucumber
Who was forced to make the call,
Or the dill-ettante not worth his salt,
Who knows no rules at all?
Or that silly little gherkin
Who suddenly got hot,
‘Cuz that dink into the kitchen
Was his bread-and-butter shot,
And the pickleball had landed
Somewhere near the center line,
But all the little gherkin did
Was to brine till he got fined?
If they played it on the sabbath,
Is it kosher for a dill
To slap that little gherkin
And to tell him just to chill?
But the classic was that Vlasic
Who was spying on that sour,
And they caught him with the cornichon
A-peeping in the shower.
No matter how you slice it,
If you relish it or not,
I don’t need to embellish it,
That spicy sour was hot!
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for the It's a Pickle Party Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 09/07/2022
[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind
but missed the deadline.]
[A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)]
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Mr Gherkin from Great Britain
Met Miss Pickle, USA
A cross Atlantic soirée
That was going A Okay
He looked her up and down and said,
“So how are you today?”
She looked at him and said, “Terrific,
now you’ve come my way.”
He said, “I love your nice green skin.”
She said, “I like yours too,
alas you smell of vinegar,
a little like I do.”
He asked if they could meet again
She told him, “On your bike.”
She said, “I don’t think we would work,
we’re just too much alike.”
A for Ahira not an Apple was found at the tree of life, Sustain ate Manna;
B for Band bananas Black beans in stride;
C for Corianders and Cocoyam's flown in from the skies, sustain ate Manna;
D for Dalkon with Dandelions cries;
E for Endive in the wilderness eat, eaten with flies, sustain ate Manna;
F for Fat hen-Fiddlehead Fern, all for this I learn many people died;
G for Gherkin no more starving infants sustain ate Manna;
Sustain ate Manna;
H for Horseradish rode in from the North East;
Got a stomach-ache, must been somethin' that I didn't eat that I didn't ate.
Got no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly...
God rains down something, I sigh, well, well, I said God rains down something...
rain down a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
Sustain ate manna this I got to have, yowl. . .
I for Ice plant, I spent on hot soup, sustain ate Manna
J for Jerusalem Artichokes rolls of Rice, this would b so nice so very nice
K for Kale is coming growing in bunches, sustain ate Manna;
L for Lemon grass and lentils and tree bark crunches;
M for Marjoram just to be brewed, sustain ate Manna;
N for Nettles and nuts just a few;
O for Okra and Olives oh, my, my, Oh! sustain ate Manna, sustain ate Manna;
P for peppers and palm hearts warms my inter soul;
Got a stomachs ache, must been something I didn't eat;
God no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly;
God rains down something I sigh, a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
sustain ate manna this I got to have now. . .
Q for Quince and mince and mash and chew, sustain ate Manna;
R for Radish the raisins just a few;
S for Slokes are jokes no one eats them, sustain ate Manna;
T for tomatoes to Matt Toe what's the different;
U for Ulluco you be hungry when you eat, sustain ate Manna;
V for Vidalia onion sometimes is sweet;
W for Watercress, what a mess, sustain ate Manna;
X for Xemenia too!, Comes from heavens kitchen;
Y for Yamaimo and yams is the plan, sustain ate Manna;
Z for Zucchini for every woman, girl, boy and man;
Sustain ate Manna
All the Pickled produce gathered
At Branston Manor - if you please!
They entered via a staircase
Made of Jacob's Crackers and Cheese.
The Gherkin Girls and Chutney twins,
Who's names are Tom and Mango
Compete against the Beetroot Troupe
To make the taste buds Tango!
The Beetroot Troupe are not alone.
They have a wise old friend
Zingy Mr. Vinegar.
Always ready to defend.
The Silverskins call upon
The Shallots acapella choir
To pack a punchy added flavour
In a pitch that can't go higher.
The sour Grapes sulk in the corner.
They apparently should not have come.
Only Pickles were invited.
It was not open to everyone.
The Eggs got pickled with too much drink.
They thought it would be fun
To gatecrash the party
Just to confuse everyone!
It was an event to be remembered.
But alas, though sad to say
The party ended abruptly.
For they were consumed that very day!
Written 18th August 2022
For the, "It's A Pickle Party Contest"
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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 your hassock
Is a fruitless fruit not worth a Vlasic
For a pickle in a poncho is under par
And it's far better off in a canning jar
Cuz ...
It's not the pick of pickle, it's in how you aptly pack it
But I can't pack my pickle ... in a damned latex jacket.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Pickle" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
PICKLE PARTY
The pickles were having a party
In the superstore one night.
The manager was home in bed
So they knew they were all right.
It was a singles party,
Each looking for a mate.
Someone to share a jar with
Until their sell-by date.
One lady pickled pepper
Immediately clicked.
She was the pickled pepper
Peter Piper picked
A young girl in the corner
Was acting very silly
Under the influence of drink.
They called her ‘Pickled Lilli”
But the drunkest one among them
Was a pickled gherkin.
He’d been at the bar all evening.
He must have drunk a firkin.
He had a well-used chat-up line,
But whatever it was he said,
It must have been a bit saucy
For the beetroot turned bright red.
An old pickle said to the DJ,
“Please turn the music down”
He was a pickled walnut,
Ancient, wrinkled and brown
A very sweet pickle called Olive
And an onion got on very well.
But although they felt an attraction,
It was doomed to fail, sad to tell
They say that opposites attract
But you have to draw the line.
She had been pickled in vinegar
And he had been pickled in brine.
Then all too soon it was over.
The party had come and gone.
They had to go home to their shelves.
The day shift was signing on.
24th August 2022
It's a Pickle Party poetry contest
Sponsor - Mystic Rose Rose