Ah, here’s the rub…
If you cannot make up your mind…
You are often called foolish, but even more often fickle…
And nothing is as fickle as a racist dill pickle…
Because you will certainly find…
That pickles hate any color but green…
And are often quite racist and really quite mean…
And if you quite fear them…
For their green-leaning hatreds…
And dill-pickle plots to raise prejudiced retreads…
You will be called flighty…
With shoes that are mighty…
And with flighty bright faces that colored, are beet reds.
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Isn’t it amazing how terrible a poet Mickey truly is?
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