My Ode to Fried Pickles

You were once a cucumber,
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!

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