I am in a bit of a pickle
and finding it hard to speak
every time I try to utter a word
the laughter makes me weak.
I open my mouth a giggle escapes
water is streaming from my eye
it is clear to see the cause of my woe
I am surrounded by octopi.
There are far to many limbs to count
but enough for this continuing tickle
all suggestions are welcome
to help me with my pickle.
©spor
