Oh what a pickle I am in
As I laugh a toothy grin
Time is short and I must hurry
I race around and I scurry
Looking for the purse I cannot find
Surely it’s not been left behind
I cast my mind on back
The lights were off it was pitch black
The moment when I had it last
Within my grasp and held fast
It has all I need tucked within
I must find it patience wearing thin
I’m already late for this important date
This could not be an act of fate
The dilemma I now face
Acting with good grace
I stand and peer around
Thank god it’s on the ground
Tis now held within my hand
Only dropped it in the sand
When I saw two men I adore
Walking toward me on the shore
I must run and I must hide
They must not know what is inside
Tickets to the latest show
Both have given me, in the know
How much I love the opera
Good god is this a soap opera
When once upon a time I was alone
I now juggle two men I adore
Neither one I wish to ignore
Oh what a pickle I am in
For only one my heart will win
Very good, it made me chuckle ????????????????
excellent made me smile and a little jealous
Glad it made you smile, and how so jealous?
I thought it might be a fun dilemma to have two men desire you. a problem for sure but an interesting one
Absolutely! I’m too old, those days are gone but your young and beautiful and hey, why not? Kidding, but we can dream! can’t we? snickers loudly
Your dilemma is delightful!
Awe thank you. You have no idea how much that means
Who loved this? I did.
Thank you that means worlds
She surely is in a pickle! 😉