'Peter's Perfect Pickles' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Pick a peck of pickles Peter
Then place them in the pot.
Fill them up to the brim, 'dear Peter'
I’ll tell you when to, ” STOP! ”
Pull the pickles, 'Peter'
I think that they are surely done.
Now beat them in to pulp, “dear Peter”
Our job now almost won.
Now place them into hot clean jars
Then hot bathe them once again.
I'm glad that you've helped me, 'dearest Peter'
And maybe you'll help me, one day again?
Powder a bit more pepper, 'dear Peter'
So they will be to taste.
Then please, 'dear Peter'
Put all the jars
Please Peter, put them in their place.
Stack them up, ' dear Peter'
Go on and pile them to the peak.
So everyone will get a look
At what they wish they too could eat!
They're perfect little pickles, 'dearest Peter'
As you must alreay know.
I think we need bring some to the fair
Where we'll for sure
Win Blue Ribbon show.
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