Poet's Corner:
Pickled Eggs


Here's a poem for Brak about pickled eggs. It was sent in by Drew Nolastname from Onawa, Indiana.
Brak: ("singing")
"Pickled eggs in the corner store.
Candy, pops, chips, counter JAAAAR!
Eyes bright, mouth watering-
Reach in with hands, not tongs,
Fingers wading in vinegar and brine.
Grab me a pickled egg,
Pickled eggs, pickled eggs, pickled eggs!
I love to eat piiiicklllled eeeeeeggs."
That boy loves his pickled eggs.
You know it, buddy!

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