Ode to the Pickle
Adding dill, onions, mustard seeds,
vine, nut or cherry leaves.
Putting salt and pepper in the brew,
garlic, honey, basil too.
Vinegar, laurel and horseradish.
All be added to the dish.
Boiling hot the unripe fruit,
lifting every hangovers mood.
High probiotic, full of sodium,
Vitamin K lifts you up to the podium.
Green, yummy, a delicious taste,
you are my favorite, no time to waste.
Looking in my fridge I realize,
I ran out, but I better look twice.
There is no jar anywhere to find,
panicking, I must be blind.
Hopping in the car, but it is too late.
Corona times, stores closed, my fate.
Tomorrow I will get you anyway.
Going grocery shopping, we have a weekend with a holiday.
Can't wait to bite in your juicy flesh,
salty, tasty, ten jars I will get.
Oh pickled cucumber, you are mine.
If I could, I'd build you a shrine.
This fantastic piece of art was written by me for the Qurators Monday Mission.
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