Sunryze shared a funny poem about pickles

MY Pickle...
as i crunched
my pickle screamed and squirted me in the eye
with acid juice it carried from deep down inside
I winced in agony and pain and wiped the juice away
then smiled as i looked at it
and crunched it once again

We all named as many pickles as we could think of
sweet gherkins
bread and butter
dill
claussen
butter sweet n sour
watermelon rind
pickled peppers
pickle relish
pickled corn relish

We all got so very hungry talking about pickles that we forgot about summer activities! Well other than eating pickles :)

Our group poem was nice and tart
Yeah ice cold pickles on a stick
dipped in batter and fried real quick
makes my mouth water and drool
goodness, I feel such a fool
whole, sliced, sweet or dill just let us eat our fill
in honor of the pickle... a true green jewel