There once was a man from Pickle-donia, whose favorite kind was a dill
He's eaten about a million jars and he's not tired of 'em; he likes 'em still
The juice is a little salty, and it's color a shade of green
He once ran across a giant one, it was the biggest he'd ever seen
My gosh that is one big Vlassic
Destined to become a classic
To be talked about for years to come
Boring for certain people, but fascinating to some
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Time has passed and I sometimes wonder about that pickle and it's fate
Is it living happily every after? or was it on that hamburger that I just ate?
The end. ;-)
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