The Pickle Poem

Okay, I wrote this goofy poem the other day and I just thought I would share it and hopefully you'll get a kick out of it like I did!!

I once met a pickle
on the way to the zoo
he was wearing a top hat
and wingtip shoes

He gave me a nod
and said, “Good day.”
I was flabbergasted, flummoxed,
simply blown away

“How can this be?”
I asked, amazed,
“pickles can't speak
I must be crazed!”

“Oh you're perfectly sane,
and your brain is workin'
I'm a walkin', talkin',
well-dressed Gherkin.”

“I once was a cucumber
plain and simple
with nary a mouth,
nose, eyes or dimple.”

“I rolled off the table
and into a jigger
filled to the brim
with radioactive vinegar!”

“When they pulled me out,
I gasped for air
then I rand the vinegar
out of my hair.”

“I donned these fine threads
and for something to do,
set out on a walk
to this nearby zoo.”

I said to the pickle,
“That's quite the story!”
then the pickle walked off
in all his briny glory

I'm sorry to say
his tale ended there
for my tasty little friend
became lunch for a bear!

The lesson we can learn
from this tale of pickled misery
is that a walking, talking pickle
is still food to a grizzly!

Thank you, thank you...I'll be here all week, tip your waitress!