My Pickle

...may my pickle stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may it be wrong
for whenever gherkins are green they are not young

and may my sweet and sour do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than pickle-juicey
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one bite.

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