You were once some flour,
Together, you're quite a number,
Quite a power.
After the dilling...
And after the frying...
The taste in my mouth so filling,
one bite leads to sighing.
In the form of slices or spears,
you can bring a grown woman to tears.
You give my appetite the tickles,
Oh, how I love you, fried pickles.
Haha, I am not a poet. And I figure out the best ways to procrastinate!
Now playing: Rufus Wainwright - Zing! Went The Strings Of My Heart