I’m in quite a pickle
These aren’t just more lies,
The tiny seeds tickle
and the juice stings my eyes,
I doubt I’m alone
I sense others here lurken
I might be home grown
I think I'm a Gherkin.
My friend disappeared
He got himself bitten,
It’s all very weird
This should have never been written.
1 comment:
Your Creative Genius is very Sweet, and it could be your Bread & Butter. I find your writings a big Dill and very Kosher and they Spear my attention.
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