A Ditty for Dill

Day 5,719, 08:06 • Published in USA USA • by Pfenix Quinn
Our Friend the Dill
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A Ditty for Dill
Our friend the Dill played high on a hill,
we can be sure that he plays there still.
Every day the players all say,
he'd sing tunes at his computer this way...
"Doo-wah, doo-wah. Boop she-bop!"
"Boop she-boop. Boop she-bop"
"Doo-wah, doo-wah, boop she-bop"
"Scoobie doobie doobie doo-wah!"
He'd be wearing flashy red socks
with wild polka dots
Playin' his e-music around the clock!
Our friend the Dill sure gave us a thrill
with his boop she-boppin' poppin' up on the hill.





Today... Epic in remembrance of Dill Pickle

Yes, today...






A few more words...

In the jar of e-time, a fine Dill Pickle bided his time, his briny taste in play a treasure to divine. But alas, the careless hands of the gods caused that jar to spill. And now our hearts lament and we recall the Dill's sweet thrill. Amen.

It's crunchy southern tang, that Pickle's joyous songs, in every bite of wit, a memory so strong. Now, by fate, a sad and briny memory's end, gone forever, but not in our hearts, our pickle-loving friend.

So let us mourn this loss, though small and far way over electronic streams it may seem. For in such a Pickle, dreams burst like sunbeams through a gray Alberta winter sky. Farewell, Dear Pickle, may you rest in power. Your absense leaves us longing for just one more fleeting hour.




Let the music play!
xoxoxoxxo,
PQ