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My Car is Constructed of Pickles

From the book My Hippo Has the Hiccups

My car is constructed of pickles.
It's wonderfully crunchy and sweet.
If ever I'm hungry while driving
I pull off a pickle to eat.

The engine is made out of gherkins.
The dashboard's an extra-large dill.
The windows and wipers are kosher
as well as the bumpers and grille.

The hood's made of hamburger slices.
The gas tank is brimming with brine.
The doors are delectably salty.
The stickshift is simply divine.

There's one little problem I'm having.
I'm sure you would know what I mean
if ever you saw this contraption;
my marvelous pickle machine.

I guess I've included my auto
in just a few too many meals
and now it won't budge when I start it;
it seems I have eaten the wheels.

--Kenn Nesbitt

 


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On Feb 4, 2011 Miranda from atlanta wrote:
that was awesome! Ilove pickles SO much! they ae awesome! my nickname is pickles so DON'T steel it!
On Dec 28, 2010 shahyaan from england wrote:
that was really funny i loved it millions
On Dec 23, 2010 Serena :) from USA wrote:
Hey um thanks this helped me a lot on my poem project ;)
On Dec 22, 2010 ava barry from ireland wrote:
it makes me hungry i want a burger now gotta go eat see ya
On Dec 15, 2010 Stone from USA wrote:
Pickle pickle pickle

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