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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Fate Life Taste Tickle
fate is ever pleasant or fickle
chance casts changes fortunes pickle
grim reaper fells life tickle
with single sweep of well timed sickle
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lugubrious Whing-Whang
The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best
Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs,--
'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest,
An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,
An' the funniest one, an' the foolishest.--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
I don't know what in the world it means--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
An' nen when I _tell_ him I don't, he leans
Like he was a-grindin' on some machines
An' says: Ef I _don't_, w'y, I don't know _beans!_
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
Out on the margin of Moonshine Land,
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Out where the Whing-Whang loves to stand,
Writing his name with his tail in the sand,
And swiping it out with his oogerish hand;
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Is it the gibber of Gungs or Keeks?
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Or what _is_ the sound that the Whing-Whang seeks?--
Crouching low by the winding creeks
And holding his breath for weeks and weeks!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Aroint him the wraithest of wraithly things!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
'Tis a fair Whing-Whangess, with phosphor rings
And bridal-jewels of fangs and stings;
And she sits and as sadly and softly sings
As the mildewed whir of her own dead wings,--
Tickle me, Dear,
Tickle me here,
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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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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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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Do You Want Fries With That
I thought that was your voice
I thought that was my car
No we ain't never met before
But I know who you are
You're livin' in my house
And I'm livin' in a tent
Hey don't laugh the second
job of mine
Is paying both our rents
You're out here buying
happy meals
And I'm eatin' rice and pintos
If you so much as crack a
Smile at me man
I'll come through this
Here window
(Chorus)
Man you took my wife
Man you took my kids
And you took that life I
Used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat,
My tools
My dreams, the dog, the cat
Yeah I think that's everything
Oh yeah, I almost forgot
Do you want fries with that
Yeah your ketchup's in the bag
And her check is in tha mail
Now I hope your chicken's
Raw inside
And I hope the bun is stale
Now I'm suppose to tell you
Please come back
But how bout instead
I hope you both choke
On a pickle
Man that would tickle
Me to death
I don't know what your
Waitin' on
You're holdin' up the line
No you ain't got no
Change comin' back
Are you out of your mind
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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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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Fly My Muse Fly
Strum your kisses
tickle my lips
fly my muse fly
upon diamond daydream wings
over earth strum your airy kiss
your evergreen harp's florid garden gifts
tickle my lips with daisy petaled fingertips
and light tapping feet of dancing tulips
featherlight trance, let me slowly fade away
whisked into flight atop the warm winds
of Melisa's zephyrean blue butterfly ballet
soothing summer syrup, sun steeping all day
cradled in the hammock's gentle sea-breeze sway
fly my muse fly
upon diamond day dream wings
tickle my lips with your harp's evergreen kiss
I'll arrive, reborn, with the magnolias of spring
pink apple blossoms and laughter's golden pollen
to your bedside I'll bring
fly my muse fly
strum the soothing syrupy strings of your harp
tickle the world with the marigold manna
sung from your heavenly heart
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Fruit Fly Tiff (Dodecatina Refrain)
F or
R easons
U nclear he
I mbibes more when
T hwarted at mating.
F ickle female fruit fly
L over, leaves luckless fellow
Y earning, if sated. He's fated
T o neuropeptide F depletion.
I n despondence, fly turns to alcohol.
F riendly scientists offer grief counselling.
F or reasons unclear, he imbibes more when thwarted.
poem by Diane Hine
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Delicious Beauty That Doth Lie
DELICIOUS Beauty, that doth lie
Wrapped in a skin of ivory,
Lie still, lie still upon thy back,
And, Fancy, let no sweet dreams lack
To tickle her, to tickle her with pleasing thoughts.
But if thy eyes are open full,
Then deign to view an honest gull
That stands, that stands expecting still
When that thy casement open will;
And bless his eyes, and bless his eyes with one kind glance.
poem by John Marston
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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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Preface: Old Gosh Rhyme
Let him who is minded to meet with a Glug
Pluck three hardy hairs from a rabbit-skin rug;
Blow one to the South, and one to the West,
Then burn another and swallow the rest.
And who shall explain 'tis the talk of a fool,
He's a Glug! He's a Glug of the old Gosh school!
And he'll climb a tree, if the East wind blows,
In a casual way, just to show he knows . . .
Now, tickle his toes!
Oh, tickle his toes!
And don't blame me if you come to blows.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Real (love)
REAL!
well lets see
now its just you me
we are here
here in each others arms my dear
me whispering words
you whispering more
can you guess as people stare and pass by in herds
one guy walks by david finally you got a score
we dont care
i just hold you tight and softly stroke your hair
you respond with smiles and hold me tighter
and i try closer to you and you closer to me too
we giggle like newlyweds
it seems we are in each others heads
knowing what we are saying whether we hear it or not
i love you my dear.... consoling words like these
as i tickle and tease
you and you laugh and blush next to me
and we hold each others hands happily
my dear i want to make this poem real
so that you can one day squeal
with laughter as i surprise you with roses a tickle and a kiss
i will make this!
Real
poem by David Knox
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Hunger is the best pickle.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
quote by Alice Roosevelt Longworth
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People are approaching electronic levels in music; although not all of it happens to tickle my fancy.
quote by Gerry Mulligan
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Leaf-Lunch
Gleaming, green and live
Like a tailless fish alive
Neatly cut and placed
Gemming sheen of water sprinkled..
Wished varieties cooked and brought on
Dished up with many a pattern
Items sweetened and savored
The tamilan way innovated
Served on sweetly first Paayasam
Ofcourse hand to mouth a culinary mannerism
Delightful Pachdis sugar and salt varied next
Delicious curries dry and semi-solid next
Incomming pappads, crisp veggie- chips and pickle
Following fudges and ladoos and like many to tickle
Spooned in the centre hot rice
Mixed with sambar so spice
Rowed up curries inbetween morsels
Put into mouth, divine and dainty handsels
Next helping..rice and rasam too hot
Second helping..veggies to fill the heart
Sweet break..
Paayasam, much more to take
On and on...' No' to brake
Ending with rice and curd
Touchy pickles dotted and tasted
A meal of regale admired
A menu of plethoric choices
The banana leaf's magic flavours
And the stomach's cliche
Yeaaaave...belch
poem by Indira Renganathan
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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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