Poetry

Tickle Me Pickle’s Fate

Tickle me Pickle, that silly fellow,
Turns into a prune whenever it’s mellow.
It wriggles and giggles, oh what a hoot,
Until it becomes a prune, then it can’t scoot!

But when the sun shines and the laughter is bright,
It dances and twirls, a joyful sight.
With friends all around, it’s never alone,
In the pickle patch party, it’s right at home!

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Tickle Me Pickle: Three Things Challenge #M752

Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly. Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add my logo […]

Three Things Challenge #M752

TICKLE
PICKLE
PRUNE

Tickle me Pickle, that silly fellow,
Turns into a prune whenever it’s mellow.
It wriggles and giggles, oh what a hoot,
Until it becomes a prune, then it can’t scoot!

M.A.D.