“Freddy McNickels,” read by Pat Severin.
Freddy McNickels
by Pat Severin
Freddy McNickels adores eating pickles.
He loves how they pucker his lips.
But the sound of that crunch when he ate them for lunch,
made his little dog shake and do flips.
Freddy said he was sorry but there’s more to the story.
His little dog begged him to quit.
Freddy loves every pickle, but he’s never been fickle.
When he promised to quit, that was it!
“I’ll give up my pickles,” said Freddy McNickels,
“I love you, more than pickles for lunch.”
Freddie’s house is now quiet, from his pickle-less diet.
That’s how Freddie got rid of his crunch!
Freddy McNickels missed eating his pickles
Especially the puckers they’d bring.
So he turned his attention to lemons, I’ll mention.
Now he puckers and that makes him sing.
About the Poet
Pat Severin, a retired Christian teacher, is also published in such Christian magazines as the Agape Review, the Clay Jar Review, The Way Back to Ourselves, Heart of Flesh, Vessels of Light, and Words of the Lamb. She is regularly featured in the SAP Anthologies and has contributed to three books.
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