Alas, oh great pickle,
I stand in awe as you endure
for another week has passed,
and yet you remain poised upon the portait.
I know of your travel
as you soared from the meaty vessel
as the valiant slayer of the smurf
slung you and your comrades to and fro
come onion, come pickle
come tomato and mayonnaise
no edible was safe from the Basher
as he took out his fury upon the flame broiled prey
Good night, great pickle
for another tuesday has come and gone
and I must bid farewell
May you remain another day
Explanation:
during his high school years, Bobby, broke his arm while square
dancing. He also attended a tuesday night Bible study held by Bill
Goode. Well, after Bible study, a bunch of us would swarm Burger
King across the river. We would take our cuisine, and go into a back
area and eat (most of it). Bobby used to get a Whopper, in which
he would beat the bajitters out of with his cast, and then start to devour
as quickly as possible, slinging onions and what'er he happened to come
across in his flame broiled massacre. Upon one of our visits, a pickle
managed to escape Bobby's wrath, and lodge itself upon a picture.
It remained upon our return the following week. Eventually, the back
of the Burger King was closed off "in process of being cleaned" every tuesday
night prior to our arrival. So we had to sit behind the condiment
wall and throw something here or there when no one was watching, or have
Kim Moore find a hair in her food or something.
