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My mouth waters taste buds tickle When I see a jar of lemon pickle! On the sunny roof the lemon pickle It starts a child’s saliva’s trickle! It still gives his conscience a ***** He played on the old man a trick! For the old one was sunned on the roof Jar of lemon pickle what a goof! The glass jar stayed there all day But the child just couldn’t stay away! At midday when they all were asleep Little feet climbed the stairs steep! Made sure not an eye was watching What joy did the sight of pickle bring! The child such small was his need He only had to open the jar’s lid! Pick up one for nothing he could miss One juicy sweet sour lemon piece! In his mischief he did go that far Each ****** piece he put back in the jar! So that they would never find a trace Not one piece of lemon would be less! The poor old man he never knew The child’s blended saliva in the brew! The child ****** pickle had his fill What the old man relished with his meal! I know this story isn’t worth a nickel Still I find irresistible the lemon pickle!
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
Lemon Pickle
My mouth waters taste buds tickle When I see a jar of lemon pickle! On the sunny roof the lemon pickle It starts a child’s saliva’s trickle! It still gives his conscience a ***** He played on the old man a trick! For the old one was sunned on the roof Jar of lemon pickle what a goof! The glass jar stayed there all day But the child just couldn’t stay away! At midday when they all were asleep Little feet climbed the stairs steep! Made sure not an eye was watching What joy did the sight of pickle bring! The child such small was his need He only had to open the jar’s lid! Pick up one for nothing he could miss One juicy sweet sour lemon piece! In his mischief he did go that far Each ****** piece he put back in the jar! So that they would never find a trace Not one piece of lemon would be less! The poor old man he never knew The child’s blended saliva in the brew! The child ****** pickle had his fill What the old man relished with his meal! I know this story isn’t worth a nickel Still I find irresistible the lemon pickle!
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
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