Poem of the Day

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The picnic

 

Help! I’m in a pickle.

The pickle’s in a jar;

The jar is in a hamper

On the back seat of a car.

 

We’re going to a picnic

I don’t know what to do:

When they eat the pickles up,

I’ll be eaten, too.

 

This is a disaster.

They think it’s just a lark

To hear birds sing and nibble things

Down at the local park.

 

I’m really in a pickle;

I must get a message through.

If I can’t send this call for help,

I’ll be chomped in two!

Jessica Nelson
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #32
poetry prompt #32Jessica said: I usually write poems in two stages. I’ll have an initial blaze of inspiration, during which most of the writing happens. Then I’ll let the writing stew over the following days (or weeks), making small changes until it feels right.

Poem of the Day

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Point to point

I got in a pickle the other day.
It was olive green
and bumpy skinned
and smelled quite strong
but I went along for the ride
even though it was damp and drippy inside
just so I could wink and say
I got in a pickle the other day.

Penny Szentkuti

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #32

poetry prompt #32

Penny said: This was a train of thought poem – see how I did that? – and I can’t quite get off the track now that I’ve got that image of riding in a pickle. I must have been influenced too by the heavy advertising at the moment about point to point transport.