Marry a Pickle

Oh well I’ve learned.
That love is such a fickle word.
I rather marry a Pickle,
whose taste isn’t as fickle.
If I married a Pickle,
It would be just like him.
Hard, cold, & green.
At least my Pickle,
won’t speak for a nickel,
because he’s just a Pickle.

MJMS©

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