Me: What are you making, honey?
Magda: I wanted to make some pickled pumpkin.
Me: You know, I seem to have heard that Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pumpkin.
Magda: Did he?
Me: Yes.
Magda: Jerk.
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Don’t pick on peckish pumpkin picklers, punk.
I think Erik shut us all down with his cleverness.
*shakes fist in direction of Spain*
There once was a punk from Nova Gorica,
who picked on a peckish pumpkin pickler.
With a smirk, she call him a jerk,
and published the photo on Flickr.
Definitely an A for effort, Erik, but the Pumpkin Pickler has her doubts about the meter.
Yeah, I know. I’m not really a limericker, I just play one on TV.