The Whimsicle Pickle

Poem By Stephen (Steve) Howard

The Whimsicle pickle,
was out for a stroll,
when he spied a fresh egg,
who was out for a roll.
"Oh you fresh little eggie,
from here I can tell,
you've taken a notion,
to come out of your shell.".
Then he said with a flourish,
old fashioned and droll,
"Let's go make a salad,
I'll find us a bowl! ".

Comments about The Whimsicle Pickle

A funny write of delight. So entertaining. Enjoyed reading it.10+++
Thanks Jazib Kamalvi. Be happy to read your verse.
Thanks very much for your kindness Nika Mcguin.
Write comment. A lovely poem, Steve. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
By the way, I've added it to my favorites! ~

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