Pickles
She was fat, not pregnant, to say the least.
She filled her plate at the family feast.
Craving pickles brought her down.
Howling laughter brought her frown.
Flatulence increased, festivities ceased!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
October 16, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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