A pickles life seems just surreal
As pickle A fucks pickle B
“I’m in a pickle” says he.
Lumped together against their will
They live in the brine and raunchy dill.
Until alas they accept their lot
of life within the pickle pot.
I once peeked in the barrel at night
And witnessed the horrid pickle plight
For some ‘twas a game of fuck me please
As the cukes fucked freely ‘tween kosher knees
Have you noticed from some pickle ends
Protrudes their little pickle stems
These are the males in the barrel thick
Who say suck my little pickle dick.
Obediently the whimpy little guerkins suck
While from behind they get a kosher fuck.
Most humans never witness such a sight
I just happened to look in the barrel one night.
I knew that I was not welcome though
As five of the pickles arranged in a row
Four bent down leaving the middle one up
And flipped me off like a stupid fuck.
I dropped the lid in utter shock
As I heard one say suck my pickle cock
Then they all laughed like pickled drunks
I said fuck you all little pickle punks.
I awoke that night with my hands bound tight
As the pickles lined up and fucked me all night
One fucking my ass and two in my ears
One making me suck him to pickle cheers.
They disappeared after they all were done
I swallowed so much pickle cum
Blushing I admit, knees on floor
The following night I returned for more.
