Tuesday, May 17, 2005

little things can mean so much

Ode to Mt. Olive

 

I bought a gallon of pickles son

three point seven eight liters worth

these kosher dills make me happy

my fridge shall be their berth

fresh packed from Mt. Olive

on the corner of cucumber and vine

I can't wait to taste one

I know they're mighty fine

I love they way they crunch yes

juice runs down from my chin

I love to eat these pickles boy

they always make me grin

so open up a jar today son

let's hear that jar lid pop

and pass around the pickles boy

eat one and you just can't stop

 

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pickles...

 

 

 

(THANK YOU MT. OLIVE!)

 

 

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