Humorous and funny Pickle poems and/or funny poems about Pickle. Read, share, and enjoy these hilarious Pickle funny poems!
Written by
Joe Flach
Categories:
funny
Pickle & Tickle Limerick
There once was a lady with child
Whose appetite was usually mild
Now she had a tickle
For a chocolate covered pickle
Not getting it she would certainly go wild
Written by
Sara Kendrick
Categories:
funny, life,
The Kosher Dill Pickle
There once was a man who loved garlic dill
Holding them in his hand gave him a thrill
Doorknobs are fermented
With garlic tormented
His wallet and all of his precious bills
Written by
Anne-Lise Andresen
Categories:
green, humor,
- Pickle Tickle -
The pickle is not exactly a vitamin bomb
Using modern equipment,
... is no longer needed
- comes in many forms
(Duracell batteries AA X 4)
... pink is popular
- I definitely think you can get it in green
16-02-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Written by
Barbara Gorelick
Categories:
funny, health
Pickle-Itis
Mr Moody yearned for a big pickle
His taste buds he needed to tickle
He ate twenty four
Then fell on the floor
Digestion can be oh so fickle
Written by
Sidney Hall Mad Poet
Categories:
funny
Since You Didn.T Like the First Pickle, Tickle Hears Another One
I found me self in a pickle
When I sat on a thistle
The pricks went in
I started to scream
They lied, they said it would tickle
Written by
Deb Wilson
Categories:
food, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
He's In a Pickle
I gave my love a sour pickle
His eyeballs then started to trickle
Puckered up was his mouth
And his tongue had gone south
To see him so gave me a tickle!
**for Pickles &Tickles limerick contest
sponsored by (Destroyer ((Poet
Written by
Michael Degenhardt
Categories:
funny, people
My Pickle
Wow, if I were a celebrity tickler
I’d start with Miss Kelly Pickler
I’d tickle her face
Or in any old place
But finding her? That is the stickler
Written by
L Milton Hankins
Categories:
humorous,
Our Pickle Party
What a fine party, we’ll swim in the brine
Let’s invite Mr. Kosher Dill and Mrs. Gherkin,
I’m sure we’ll make memories to enshrine
If Mr. Sweet wears his favorite wool firkin!
We must invite the Bread-and-Butter twins,
Mr. Crinkle Chips must surely be on our list
Refrigerator pickles with a Vlasic label wins
Prizes we shall offer, Miss Lime will insist.
For refreshments we can serve Mr. Kool-Aids
Since nobody will think of them as a pickle
If they aren’t in a jar and are home-made,
Our pickle party will be fun in the shade!
Written August 13, 2022
submitted to "It's a Pickle Party" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Written by
James Horn
Categories:
humorous,
Trump In a Pickle
Trump In A Pickle
Someone ran over Trump's bicycle
Chose another he was in a pickle
And with women wherever he went
Had failed to obtain their consent
All he did was their toes tickle.
Jim Horn
Written by
Julie Draper
Categories:
food, humor,
A Pretty Pickle
It was the Annual Pickle Party
To celebrate cucumbers
From dark corners of the pantry
They welcomed all newcomers
There was Dill and Green and Sour
And Bread and Butter too
Mustard turned up rather late
A Gherkin jar made its debut
Things were going splendidly
They were pickled and having fun
When suddenly, all went quiet
And the awkwardness begun
They were in a pickle now -
A stranger had crashed the party
He was smooth in his white suit
And smiling like the glitterati
It was a sticky situation
They looked about in dread
Who was going to tell him...
That he was a pickled egg!
Written by
Linda Alice Fowler
Categories:
celebration, dance, food, fun, funny, humorous, silly,
Pickle Party
There was a pickle party
the pickles partied hearty
wanted to embellish
danced into a relish
well, aren’t they arty-farty
Written by
Randy Johnson
Categories:
funny, me, time,
Hey, That's My Pickle!
(This is a fictional poem)
This time that dirty jerk went too far.
He got the last pickle out of the jar..
He deserved to pay for taking my pickle.
I'm going to have to learn to be less fickle.
I invited that lousy jerk outside.
He beat me so hard that I cried.
He kept hitting my torso until one of my kidneys wound up in my pocket.
When it comes to my big mouth, I'm going to have to learn how to lock it.
I got the hell beat out of me over something that's worth a nickel.
Next time I'll keep my mouth shut when somebody takes my pickle.
Written by
Randy Johnson
Categories:
food, funny, humor, sick, wife,
In a Pickle
My wife is even worse than Aunt Bee when she makes pickles.
She gave some to some celebrities and that's what killed Don Rickles.
When people eat her pickles, they turn green and puke.
Then they want to fight, they tell me to put up my dukes.
My wife sells her pickles at our convenience store.
When people eat them, they don't shop there anymore.
People criticize her pickles and she thinks they're being mean.
But just like Aunt Bee's pickles, they taste just like kerosene.
If you're smart, you'll take some sage advice from me.
Stay away from her pickles if you want to stay healthy.
Written by
Sandra Haight
Categories:
funny, silly, word play,
It's a Pickle Party
The sign read, "Just a nickel
for every party pickle
to buy some pumpernickel."
The wait in line did trickle.
For tasty party nibble-
place bread upon the griddle.
For sure, they did not quibble-
was their fun time to giggle!
"Come one and all, don't twiddle
let's eat, dance by the fiddle
played to a funny riddle-
and swing to pickle-wriggle!"
Now, that was worth a nickel
for every party pickle!
Food choice was firm, not fickle-
enjoyed the pumpernickel!
August 21, 2022
Premier Contest: It's A Pickle Party
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Written by
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
humor,
In a Pickle Am I
In a pickle am I. All is green.
It's like some kind of plant quarantine!
Yes, I feel like I’m hidden from view
and without a clue what I should do!
What a pickle I’m IN. It’s severe.
How the heck did I ever get here?
It’s not comfy to be in this pickle.
And now am I feeling a prickle?
I much would prefer to be tickled
than vinegar-smothered – so PICKLED.
Like a gherkin, it’s not even sweet
and a pickle I never would eat!
This is nasty – like some sour pill.
Oh, it’s bad. It’s a really BIG dill!
Feb. 20, 2020 for Nina Parmenter's Pickle Poetry Contest
Written by
Daisy Ward
Categories:
food, humor,
Pickle Throws a Party
Mr. Pickle threw
A lavish pickle party
Inviting all his friends
Dill, sour, kosher
Spears and even halves
Seeing that the party
Was off the chain
Some uninvited guest arrived
With thirst and hunger
In their eyes,
They were humans!
Who tried to eat the pickles
But the pickles fought back
Dill rows around on the floor
Knocking them off balance
Sour dashes juices
Down their throats
Causing them to choak
Kosher scoots salted juices
Into their eyes blinding them
And spear, spears them and
Halves crashes down onto them
While down the beaten humans
Began to shake, then shrink
Turning into pickles and
The party went on!
Written by
John Lawless
Categories:
humor,
in a pickle
Remember when the paddle board was used for a different type of paddling
Written by
Elaine Kuriger
Categories:
fantasy, giggle, green, humorous, perspective, repetition, silly,
Pickle Party
"It's a pickle party!"
The neon flier pinned on the board said
Happy was the green speckled cucumber
When the text he read
"How lovely!" He thought with a bright grin on his speckled, dotty face
I must share the news, the mini-cucumbers have a place!
Pickles hardly party, but this would be really fun
Let's bring vinegar, garlic, onions, and dill and make it one
No one will soon forget!
"Pickle party, pickle party!"
Rattled off the happy tiny cucumber
And off he went to share the news
Written by
Sara Kendrick
Categories:
funny,
Dill Pickle Hated Blue Cheese
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Written by
X F Lacasse
Categories:
corruption, drug, giggle, humor, parody, religion, satire,
Pickle - Mar 19
Pow! the pale powder pumps power into
The pastor’s panicked pulse. Peeing his pants,
He pulls his parcel and pitter-patters
To the piss-pot, paying his penile penance.
Written by
Subimal Sinha-Roy
Categories:
humorous,
Prickly Me In a Pickle
At my friend’s house over dinner
I emptied a pickle jar
My fickle buds relished infinitum
The tickle of sweet and sour
Didn’t suspect had a base of rum.
Soon the full moon appeared sickle
From forehead sweat dripped in trickle
It was fruitless to stickle
For beyond doubt I was pickled
I found prickly me in a pickle.
February 21, 2020