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Sweet Gherkins

by Matthew Taylor

they were always there,
who cared?
mostly holidays,
kind of in the way.
on a relish tray, uncommon today..
kids liked them, I think,
I did, when I was a kid.
still I buy them at holidays,
making sure they're on the tray..
just in case, my parents would say..
little pickles etched into my mind,
their taste unique,
identified by the blind!
they have no other purpose, no other place,
when I see them a smile appears on my face.
between green olives and cherry peppers they will
forever reside, want one?
open wide!! ( news item) Vlasic company has just been hit with a lawsuit from wizard of oz cast members, forcing them to change their jars to read "little people gherkins" not midget!

03/21/2006

Author's Note: I have had jars of sweet gherkins that were at least 3 yrs old, just because of the facts just stated. happy sweet crunching old timers.

Posted on 03/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Taylor

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/23/06 at 02:40 AM

Quite a pickle, alright. Fun Matthew.

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