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19 Ways
of Looking at a Pickle

(Note:  Odd-numbered sections are haikus... even-numbered sections are not.)

      I

The green pickle lies 
Shimmering in the Sunlight 
Like a Lilypad.
     II
Dangling down from her dainty left ear 
Is a diamond pickle drawing me near. 
     III
His pink, stinky tongue
Falls down like a shade and wraps
Around a pickle.
     IV
The fan’s blades spin around, around
To cool down your sweaty, old flesh.
A pickle drops in, what a sound!
And sprays all over (stinky mess).
 
     V
Radioactive, 
Glowing liquid smells of sew'r: 
Jar full of pickles. 
     VI
The teacher reminds me to dot all my I's 
and cross all my T's with a pickle. 
     VII
The silky blue dress 
Flies off to reveal a small 
Bra made of pickles.
     VIII
She opens the mailbox
and sorts through the mail 
Tosses bills over her 
beautiful shoulder 
But opens the pickle 
and takes it inside. 

     IX
The yellow-black bees 
Buzz by a multi-chambered 
Hollowed-out pickle. 

     X
Look at the garden, 
look at the flowers,
Look at the pickles, 
higher than towers! 

     XI

The bullet goes BANG! 
The smoke reveals a large man 
Pointing a pickle. 
     XII
Is that a pickle in 
Your pocket or are you 
Just happy to see me? 
     XIII
The bumpies need popped. 
The puss flowing down from the 
Pimples of pickle. 
     XIV
The trumpet’s sound is glorious,
The orchestra’s sound fills the hall,
But the pickle’s notorious
For being the loudest of all. 

      XV
Steamy sweat drips from
Her face as she runs.  Wipe it
Off with a pickle. 

     XVI
Rotten odor, rising from stool
The contents inside are really not cool.
Buried under a mass of brown gunk
A pickle protrudes, sneaky as a skunk. 

    XVII
A green piece of cheese 
With the slime of a pickle 
Inside moldy bread. 

      XVIII
Her face is beautiful
Her body sleek and slim
But her legs are short and stubby
Looks like she’s walking on pickles. 

       XIX
The cool, mountain breeze
Sways all the trees but brings the
Scent of a pickle. 
 
 

(About this poem:  This was actually an exercise in imagery for my poetry writing class; can you see a vivid image in each section?  Some of them are quite disgusting... but, anyway, as I said above, the odd-numbered sections are all examples of haikus (although most traditional haikus tend to deal with nature).)