d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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Pricking of My Thumbs
it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel
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How silly!
How FUN! 🙂
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Silly indeed.
Hey you did get kickle in there though. Still working on that myself.
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Ha. You are funny. 🙂
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Nice silly sound.
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Such fun to play with words ~
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Lots of fun – and love the dark undertone though – they’d better watch out for ‘something wicked this way (may) come…’
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Very clever!
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Fun…especially how you found all those rhyming words. Got a kickle out of it.
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I don’t want a pickle,
I just want a ride on my motor sickle…
Lots of fun rhymes in this poem, Candy!
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A delightedly fun-hearted tickle of a pickle poem! 🙂
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I love pumpernickel in most ways but maybe not like this 🙂
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FUN to be silly sometimes 😉
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