Pickle Monster's Dream

Pickles, pickles, everywhere.

pickles, pickles in my hair,

pickles, pickles they don’t frown,

green and blue, maybe even a purple one.

Pickles, pickles in my head,

Pickles I don’t think go to bed.

Pickles, pickles, up my nose,

Those pickles come and go.

Pickles, pickles dance about,

pickles, she will eat without a doubt.


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danicpa68   danicpa68 wrote
on 5/14/2008 5:21:36 AM
I craved Italian Icees and Knishes....What can I say I grew up in NY and wanted the things I couldn't find here in Pa. LOL

debby   debby wrote
on 5/3/2008 6:10:52 PM
When I was pregnant I craved mushrooms..fresh, in a can or in a jar. (By the way, my daughters both LOVE mushrooms.) This poem reminded me of my huband's sentiments.

Wundrmom44   Wundrmom44 wrote
on 5/2/2008 11:59:54 PM
When I was pregnant I had a thing for Hot Dogs, don't know why. The first thing I was hungry for after the sickness left me was a corn dog...

Charles   Charles wrote
on 5/2/2008 9:01:21 PM
This one put a smile on my face. Maybe because I know what those pickles do to you later in life. Bring on the Mylanta.

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I wrote this about 2 months ago for my wife. She loves pickles. A pregnant lady that loves pickles, who knew?
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