The Dancing Pickle

by rachyBBY   Aug 2, 2004


I met a dancing pickle
He told me his name was Tom
We danced all day and night
Really, he was the bomb

I didn't want to stop dancing
He was just way too good
He knew every single dance step
He danced better than any pickle should

He was the coolest pickle ever
He never stepped on my feet
But all that dancing made me hungry
I didn't have anything to eat..

He was the best dancer ever
But, I'm sorry Tom..
I just got too hungry..
We can no longer dance till the break of dawn

I love you, dear friend
But I love you even more in my tummy..
And when you dance in there
It feels kinda funny

You'll be back with me again
I hope you're here with me soon
Hold on..
I have to go to the bathroom

Rachel Crombie--8//2//04

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  • 20 years ago

    by Tom Pickle

    Funny poem! I stumbled across it and loved it! By the way... my name is Tom Pickle ;-) Not much of a dancer though... ha