Oh, Pickles So Divine

By Brooke Roman

Oh, perfect pickles, crunchy and divine,

In briny baths, your flavors intertwine. 

A symphony of sour, a burst of zest, 

You are the sun in a sandwich fest.

Your crispness is a thunderous delight,

A single bite, a flavor-packed flight.

More precious than gold, more vibrant than spring,

In the realm of relish, you are the king.

With dill as your crown and garlic as your scepter,

You reign supreme, a culinary adventure.

Oh, pickles, your power is pure poetry, 

A metaphor for joy, in every crunchy spree.