(I honestly don't know how to categorize this poem but if it is in the wrong place, I hope there is a mod who can move it)



Hell, I used to be damned pretty y'all .
Boyish Grin, Bulging biceps and pecs
Standing 6 foot 2inches tall
This man commanded much, much respect


And I worked really hard; took a whole lot of shit
To get the things I now have in life
I've had houses and things; both pets and kids
Once upon a time, I even had a wife

But to find herself one day she did leave and honestly that was...

So here it is, you asked for a poem about pickles,
It will be a mess when it trickles down the microphone,
The jokes may be a little fickle and not as good as Don Rickles,
If you remember the old sicko who used to tickle people’s funny bones.

I expect to get paid a nickel for every time I rhyme,
So if you count in the previous line – that adds up to a dime,
And though I’m still wondering why you wanted a piece about a veggie,
I wasn’t sure if I could write something and make it a little edgy.

You know I don’t like them in my sandwiches or...