A Poem About Pickles
By Lauren
The 1 pickle I've ever had
There's not much to say about that
It had no taste but very bad
I'd rather eat a live cat (Not really)
Pickles are awful
Pickles are sour
Pickles are hateful
Pickles are pas terrible (in French)
Who's with me on this one?
I hate pickles because they are that.
Pickles are pickles, pickles are done.
Pickles been hit by a baseball bat.
Annie loves pickles.
Oh yes it's true.
Annie loves pickles,
How about you?
That was dedicated to A! Haha now she's gonna go revise it :/ Byebye :)
-L
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