Here's a poem for Brak about pickled eggs. It was sent in by Drew Nolastname
from Onawa, Indiana.
"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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