Condiments - 2 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Condiments - 2
Found himself in
Such a pickle
Couldn't open
The goddam jar
Of sour pickles
The best is to open with a jar-opener,5 Stars and a greatest Bravo for this brilliant brevity. Thank you for sharing, Richard!
But, Sylvia that takes the fun out of it. I use a flat knife to slightly pry it. I like 'brilliant brevity'. And I see a poem in the works. a
Dillip, your poems on writing have filled my mind with wonderful ideas. And M.J. Lemon's inspired series is just one of many. I owe you a debt of gratitude!
In India it is "Police Pickles". If the Police take you in their custody, they pickle you.😀
You are wrong, Richard. The pickles of Kerala, Tamil Nad and Andhra are the best. Of all these, Andhra pickles are the bestest. I don't blame you, for you have tasted them! Hot and sour. Sour and hot. Yummy…
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4/26/2024 9:21:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice one. Humour enjoyed.