Pickle Party

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