A Boy And His Pickle

A Boy And His Pickle
by Bluegeek

I don't have a pet.  My mom says I'm too fickle.
So today I decided to walk with my pickle.
Got it out of the fridge, tucked it in my shirt pocket,
Ran out the front door and started to walk it.

My pickle is nice, doesn't bark, doesn't bite,
And never gets into a big pickle fight.
My pickle does tricks, too.  It can sit.  It can stay.
It plays dead, rolls over, and won't run away.

My pickle won't poo, and I don't have to feed it.
It doesn't get baths, it don't really need it.
I think that a pickle is an excellent pet
When a pickle is all the pet you can get.