“Pickle”
By Conroy Lee (my co-worker, aka Buffcake)
Pickle, pickle, green and crunchy,
O! the sounds of munchy, munchy;
I wish I had one close at hand,
But work and sweat make foodstuffs banned;
If right now I had a break,
I’d run right home and Vlassic take!
For though it’s late and pickle sour,
Food right now would make my hour.
