Monday, April 6, 2015

96. Pickles

Pickles pickles everywhere
In my eyes and in my hair,
On my fingers, on my toes
In my mouth, and up my nose.
Pickles sticking out my ears,
I'm a mess, but have no fears.
Pickle juice is on my legs.
Tastes so good. Now I want eggs.

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