Pickled

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Patty looked for delicious pickles.
Unsure of its vegetable of its state.
Searching in compass with hope to relate.
Patty looked for delicious pickles.
Of selfish delicious guilt to mispronounce.
Divisions and convoys of fields to pounce.
To pick some delicious pickles w.t.o.
Are pickles a vegtable a answer yes or no.
As a transparent delicious gift is to bestow.
A pickle is better when saved from time ago.
When pickles and the farm are made to laid low.
Pickles and the old farmer for are all to show.
He sat down and said with such great charm.
With all of his pickles of farm and his flair.
If she knew she thus would be a millionare.
That pick me patty would be her name to air.
Of all wigs and travel to be good and fair.
World of pickles shall be all thus put out.
Concealing pattys genious the world to see.
Like missing the bus to catch it at three