Fickle Pickle
Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
No?
All right.
I’ll compare thee to a pickle instead.
Thou art a fickle pickle
Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour
Easily capable of complaining for an hour
Thoust can cry on cue and dribble brine
Be gratingly bitter when you whine
Thou art greener than the most kosher of dill
When all I do is say hi to Jill
What?
Thou does not like my comparison and want me to stop?
Okay.
I said most of what I wanted to anyway.
