There are almost as many flavors
In the ice cream isle now
As color names for outdoor paints
Or symbols in the DOW
And yet, despite timeless demand
That pregnant women savor
There’s still no ice cream you can buy
That has a pickle flavor.
Tag Archives: Pickles
My Coming Out As Trans-Elderly
Thirty-seven dollars in nickels
Rolled into neat little stacks:
I’ll use them to buy some dill pickles
To eat for my mid-morning snacks.
I’ve got a compulsion to do this,
Though no logic yet as to why.
Perhaps I just want the grocers
To think of me as “that guy.”
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