Rock N' Roll Pickle Party
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Pickled okra, pickled beets
Pickled corn and pickled beans
Of all the pickles that I see
Cucumber pickles are the best
Dancers, players, pickles
Celebrating, showing their
Vinegar tails, their garlic
Smells – dill with a zest
All the aspects of becoming
A pickle worthy of munching
A pickle devoured by the ones
Who pick these pickles
From the depths of the jar
Where they linger, awaiting
The chomping away, the day
When they make their way
To the stomach, consumed
By the appetite of a soul
Who knows that as pickles go
This is the one who has found
Its way to the final round
With visions of vinegar seas
It says its last goodbye to me
The hands who picked it
Then flavored it with vinegar
Awaiting this moment, this time
When it would find the last sign
That it was the beloved pickle
Who would forever be considered
- The king of every other pickle –
This is the rock n’ roll pickle party!
It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
August 13, 2022
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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