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Picklebury StoryWhile making his way down to the pickled cityMichael became bored and almost worthy of pity.So, while he rode on, he decided to tellA story to himself. Yes, this suited him well.Many stories hed heard, but none he could list,So he made up a story and it went like this:There once was a man who was ever so lonelyWith no one else, he spoke to the One and OnlyAlmighty God about his sad problems and woesBut no noteworthy results did this ever show.Concerned that his prayers werent being heardThe man said Ill build a tower to God! Oh yes! My wordShall finally be received and my prayers accepted!So he drew up some plans, which he later perfected.A tower so grand that it challenged BabelNow only existed on top of his table.Ill need some help building this grandiose elevator.So he told himself Ill go hire some other people later.The structure, when finished, was to stand twelve miles highReaching p
Picklebury PrologueA long time ago, in a faraway place,The once lived a man who lived for stuffing his face.But of all the foods his placed in his mouthPickles topped them all, of that theres no doubt.The crunch that they gave was ever so goodThat hed eat them all day, if only he could
Then one faithful day, while he was chewingA servant distracted him from what he was doing.The man turned at the sound of a voiceAsking of him Sire, what is your choice?A coat of purple, or today, one of red?The options available now spun in his head.The man, now decided, had began speaking,But forgot of the jar of pickles he was eating!But of course, the man had choked on his foodAnd became the martyr now known as St. Fattitude.And now every year, pilgrims go in a hurryTo the sacred place known here as Picklebury.One such traveler, known as Sir Michael PerezWas of an Asian persuasion and sported a fez.Within his right hand he carried a brush,Not one for hair, but one