Mrs. Pickle
taught me much about
acidic Southern charm.
Vitriol dripped from her tongue
like garlic scented vinegar
stirred into syrup: bitter honey.
Against her absurdity, laughter made a bulwark.
A champion rose up,
waving a sword of words that
sliced that pickle into tiny pieces.
A memory to relish.
Shawn L. Bird 
Wonderful, Shawn! 🙂
Thanks, Felicity.
You’re very welcome 🙂
Pickle, garlic, honey, relish – I’m feeling hungry now & it’s hours til lunchtime…
Sorry about that!
Not sure why but I read this poem to the flow of Anaconda 😛
I need a link to understand that.
I have to warn you though, content of this video could be disturbing:
Nicki Minaj – Anaconda: http://youtu.be/LDZX4ooRsWs
Wow. The very definition of trash.
And then ‘my anaconda.’ Seriously? Such hyperbole. Probably more like sun shrivelled worm.
I have heard her mentioned but never seen this. My retinas are scorched.
I did warn you. For some reason I read your poem to that turn. I am sorry.
lol
OMG… This is…. I can’t put a word to it. Brilliant is too tepid..
Thank you, Rajiv. We want to avoid tepid. Perhaps it’s ‘crisp’? 😉
Crisp is good..
😉
“Relish.” Ha!
😉
It’s a terrible pun, but I couldn’t resist.
sweet … sweet? ks
lol
That ‘acidic Southern Charm’ reveals itself “like garlic scented vinegar stirred into syrup,” in the catchphrase of the Mrs. Pickle types when they say “Bless Your Heart!” I am relishing in your bulwark! Well penned 😉
Yes, they definitely don’t like it if you bless them back! 😉
LOL!!!! You are so right! Lol 😉
Vinegar is the sauce one can put on a heaping dish of difficulty. It has such marvelous cleansing properties, as you may know.
Burns right through them, whether they’re read or not?
A nasty surprise for someone celebrating pure delight to be so burned, I must say.
love the word play!
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