A driver stopped at a drive in,
Ordered a hamburger to go
With a pickle on the side, then
Drove through the exit, not too slow.
His pickup went gerkin along,
And rammed into another car.
Not relishing to get caught wrong,
The driver backed up, then did jar
The pickle rolling off the seat.
A cop thought that the driver be
Reaching for a gun, so did beat
The driver's head 'dill'lightedly.
A Vlasic case of road rage done,
And Claussen quite a commotion.
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