He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
quote by Alice Roosevelt Longworth
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Ultimately Paranoid
I wanted to rely on my aunts
If at all I lose my parents.
I weaned away.
I depended on brothers and sisters,
Who should have come to my rescue.
I weaned away.
I bent on my in-laws,
Who I thought would bail me out.
I weaned away.
I was blind on many upper kin
To seek for their help, while with sins.
I weaned away.
I bet on my own offspring,
On whom I could recline, on senescence.
I weaned away.
I landed in asylum,
Where I am not alone but lonely.
I wean not anymore.
I grew paranoid,
Repenting the guilt and lamenting the wastes
To ever wean away.
20.07.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
'Hooray!'
'What fun!'
'It's time we flew!'
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue. '
Hold on!'
'Stay in!'
'I hope we do!'
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
knows what's
happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Puckering Pickle Parade!
In a place called Pizanna,
Miss Lana-Leeanna
Makes a lip-locking lemonade!
But the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
A tart and tangy tango,
Marsh moon like a mango,
As vinegar vapors invade...
Boy, the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
So befriend and embellish,
Come garnish and relish,
The gherkins of Gooseberry Glade!
It's the pride and pure power,
(The sweet and the sour)
Of the Puckering Pickle Parade!
The Puckering Pickle Parade...
The Puckering Pickle Parade...
Pulp times are had...
Dill friends are made...
At the Puckering Pickle...
Pick three for a nickel...
The Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
When it's one-fourteen in the shade...
Oh the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
From the new book 'The Puckering Pickle Parade: And Other Read Aloud Poems4Kids' by Todd St. Pierre
See www.LouisianaBoy.com
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Jars & Pickles
Jars and Pickles
Our George was a pickler,
pickles were his number,
pickled eggs and cucumbers,
and pickled meats for dinner.
He kept ‘em all in pickle jars,
some small, some large, some, round
and they were in his out house
where pickles would abound.
Some had pull tops, screw tops, twist,
some were sealed with paper, greased
and he'd strive to fill them up with treats
as his wife Lilly loved her treats.
Oh yes Lilly loved a pickle,
cauliflower was new and so
George would endeavour
to pickle quite a few.
Oh yes George loved to pickle
and finally broke through
when he made his dear wife Lilly
the proudest gal, tis true
for there upon the table,
all tied up with string
was a jar called Picalilly,
that made Lil's heart go zing!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Ode to A Sour Pickle
Ode to a sour pickle,
To pucker up your puss.
Lay down a shiny nickel,
Come on, don't be a wuss.
The heck with kosher dills,
And sweet little pickles too.
It's sour pickles for your gills,
Can't take a thing in lieu.
A big ole sour pickle,
Will bring on a grimace.
Where they're concerned I'm fickle,
Please bear me no malice.
12/23/10 Alton Texas
poem by by unknown author
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Frightening Conclusion
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
And unable to face or come to grips with it,
For fear of other unsuspecting hits.
Can be a frightening conclusion,
For the one who pitches a fit.
This can be frightening to someone,
Unprepared for it even a little bit.
The one who smiles on the outside,
May hide inside their moping.
As they do their best to cope.
To make each day for them okay.
The one who smiles on the outside,
May hide inside their moping.
As they do their best,
Not to confess trials they face...
On a daily basis.
This is a frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
The one who smiles on the outside,
May hide inside their moping.
As they do their best to cope.
To make each day for them okay.
The one who smiles on the outside,
May hide inside their moping.
As they do their best,
Not to confess trials they face...
On a daily basis.
This is a frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion.
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This is a frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion.
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
Frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This is a frightening conclusion,
For someone unprepared for this!
This can be frightening for anyone,
In a pickle sizzling because of recent risks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Spicy Pickle
I wanna tell you about a place
That’s very special to me
It’s called The Spicy Pickle
They serve food so deliciously
There’s salads, soups & sandwiches
With flavors of such delight
You can go there for lunch
Or dinner t’wards the night
They have little crusty pizzas
With what fixins’ you desire
Oh yes, they serve the food
That folks never ever tire
But the very best to me is
The ‘build your own’ meal
So many things to choose from
What a delightful deal
I hope you too will enjoy one day
Or even in the night
The wonderful Spicy Pickle
Where the food is made just right!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Supersize It (From Snl Appearance)
Why don't you drive to my heart
Can you take my order?
Look what you get
For just one more quarter
Just Supersize it!
Hold the Pickle!
And do it up big
When it comes to my heart
I be a hungry pig (snort snort)
C'mon and Supersize it!
Hold the Pickle!
I'm down on my knees
If you don't want all my love...
Next window please!
Next window please...
Supersize it!
song performed by by N Sync
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When the child is weaned, they say goodbye to the nurse.
Hunger is the best pickle.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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I don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorsickle.
quote by Arlo Guthrie
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If you were a public official, you had to be accountable, and you had to be reachable.
quote by James Jarrell Pickle
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As a result of half a century of Soviet rule people have been weaned from a belief in human kindness.
quote by Svetlana Alliluyeva
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Life - a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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March, mean, son of an ogre! You've taken all my suckling lambs and left only one weaned lamb. - Oh April, my brother, give me two days, because alone, I don't have them.
Tangy like pickle
Of red chilly peppers; smoke
Rose and guys coughed, choked…
quote by by Mamta Agarwal
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Being Weaned Away
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
When my personality began to be developed,
Demands on my luxurious time...
Helped create my moods with a chosen attitude.
Soon after,
I learned that expressing intelligence...
Can become problematic.
Others see this as a weapon they can use,
When doing and saying the most devious things possible.
As if to test one's awareness of their misdeeds...
And mental agility!
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If All
If all the world were pickle
And all the people cheese
What a lovely mess there'd be
If everybody sneezed!
(Written 1999)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Trickle, pickle fiddlestick
tickles thick the lim-e-rick.
Brick to kick
wick to lick,
Menshevik with carrotstick.
quote by by Herbert Nehrlich
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A Dark, Misty Morning Last Autum
In
A dak, misty morning last autum
I walked outside through that thick
Fog that was happening outside
Right infront of my eyes
That fog felt to me
Like being inside of a pickle jar
All day long
poem by Aldo Kraas
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