So to make up for my oversight, allow me to thank those kindly enough to shower me with gifts in rhyme. I shall thank them in limerick!
Thank you to those who have the contests
For winning is truly the best
It brings me great joy
Like a priest molesting a boy
Perhaps that metaphor should be reassessed.
I won a gift card to Think Geek
From a nerd with mystique
Twas Delightfully Ludicrous
Who is quite scrupulous
And her hilariousness you should definitely seek.
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| Did no one notice she's juggling Heathcliff? Maybe the suicidal kitten distracts. |
So good it has me fainting
To be quite fair
My hemoglobin is thinner than hair
And that might explain my weight gaining
(I have a poor understanding of biology.)
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| One of my first Reader Pickleopes, and still one of the best, which is good because she's one of the best. |
Crafted on a mannequin farm (it's where mannequins come from, don't question me)
The Flying Platypus is the giver
When I see it my colon doth quiver
As a disembodied limb doth disarm
I make no apology for that bad pun
It was all meant in the spirit of fun
It's quite hard to rhyme
All these damn lines
I should have thought of that before writing this one.
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| It's a Flying Platypicklepus! In honor of Valerie! Of course it has bat wings, the platypicklepus is badass, much like the lady who inspired it. I like this drawing so much, it's my cell phone background. |
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| Makes me laugh every time I see it. |
Who drew Batman in a frock
Her original art
Makes me laugh til I shart
I deserve congratulations for not rhyming with cock
(The synonym for rooster, you dirty dirty pervs.)
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| My finger is still green from this tribute to Pickle the Poke the Rock |
Gifts, art, limbs, I can't get enough
All you have to do
To get a pickled version of you
Is send pictures of you in the buff.
Okay, that last part isn't true
I don't want to see all that is you
Keep your pants on
Tuck away your prawn (penis metaphor)
There's only one person I want to screw (I'm really conceited).
Thank you again to everyone kindly enough to have fun with me here in this digital land whether you comment, share cool stuff, or just read and get a smile. Writing this is true joy and I'm really happy to connect with anyone through this medium.
Do something silly this weekend.
Holy. Fraking. Buttholes. That is possibly the most glorious picture of me ever. You caught me inner spirit animal, and for this I love you!!
ReplyDeleteI hope that you are having fun times with the mannequin arm!!! But never turn you're back on it. No matter how much you've bonded. Just remember that. ;0)
Hugs!!
Valerie
Wow! Lots of awesome going on here. It's touching that you took the time to compose an epic limerick to express your gratitude. Not many would go that far.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I love your prawn metaphor.
How do you have that much good luck??!! I'm happy for you and all, blah blah blah, but I want to win stuff, too! Perhaps you could do a post on what sort of voodoo you do to be so lucky!
ReplyDeleteI have heard your command of doing something silly this weekend, and I will oblige :). Oh, and don't forget about the non-silly thing of running the K&K 5k tomorrow!
I am a firm believer in if you put absurdity out into the world you will hopefully get absurdity back.
DeleteWow, loved the limericks. It makes me want to send you something so I can have one done for me. Do you accept rubber chickens with the crotch cut out?
ReplyDeleteAwww! The kitten juggling is my favorite. Even heathcliff (where's garfield!??!)
ReplyDeleteDude. You need to make a collection of all your poetry masterpieces and publish them in a book. You could call it Pickle Bits!
ReplyDeleteThis post is full of awesome! That Batman drawing is so fantastic :D
ReplyDeleteOr... Pickles and Bits and Bits and Bits!!! (Somebody please take my keyboard away.)
ReplyDeleteWow you've won a lot of stuff. You must be very lucky. Some might even say too lucky. I'm not saying that. Just saying some people might say that. They might also say that you have been so lucky that there must be some kind of shenanigans going on. Don't worry, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying some people might be saying that.
ReplyDeleteIt's often not luck. I have found that discarding any sense of pride and begging, neigh, groveling works pretty well with fellow bloggers.
DeleteOK poetry, I was not expecting that. But it was pretty good. You're definitely creative. And dirty. I think both are a good thing if done right.
ReplyDeleteOMG I love my poem, and I have always loved my PickleMynx.
ReplyDeleteThank you for joining in the fun that is my giveaways and always being such an amazing supporter of my blog and art.
Your colon quivers when you see the mannequin arm? What on earth are you planning to do to with it???
ReplyDeleteAnd you're very welcome for the gift voucher, spend it wisely, my apprentice geek!
Not being one of those "artists" who allows for interpretation, I shall explain that I didn't intend for the line to imply some form of sodomy. Rather, it meant to imply spasmatic pooping of my pants. (I LOVE talking seriously about a dumb poop joke.)
DeleteImpressive haul you have there. I tip my cap to you and hang it on one of your antlers.
ReplyDeleteNow, what could possibly rhyme with limerick...
ReplyDeleteLove that Batman... Pick.
P.S. Got rid of the counter, so don't be scared to knock on my door.
That's Kristen Wiig's baby-arm, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYou are a national treasure. I'm so glad to see you have fans and adoration by the herd, you deserve it all. Mwah!
ReplyDeleteImpressive winnings and impressive responses, sir. I think that Pickleope finger puppets could be a good marketing opportunity for you.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahaaaa!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat arm freaks me out. Even more than the arm is the fact that the arm makes your colon quiver.
That freaks me out more.