My Car is Constructed of Pickles

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

Copyright © 2001 Kenn Nesbitt
All Rights Reserved

Comments

	On Aug 25, 2008 elle rockin from earth wrote: i do like pickiles but this is not funny to me i would give this -4 stars
	On Aug 19, 2008 Cyncsyslemy from Afghanistan wrote: now seen, but at no leisure gifted pods like the non-sneaking
	On Jul 29, 2008 Hiposaasa from USA wrote: OOO, Interesting story))
	On Jun 1, 2008 Krissy from A PLace In This World wrote: FUNNY POEM! :)
	On May 29, 2008 katherine from Behind You! wrote: I wrote one on pickles if n-e 1 wants to read it

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