As pickles in a barrel, constrained I feel

A pickles life seems just surreal

As pickle A fucks pickle B

“I’m in a pickle” says he.

Lumped together against their will

They live in the brine and raunchy dill.

Until alas they accept their lot

of life within the pickle pot.

I once peeked in the barrel at night

And witnessed the horrid pickle plight

For some ‘twas a game of fuck me please

As the cukes fucked freely ‘tween kosher knees

Have you noticed from some pickle ends

Protrudes their little pickle stems

These are the males in the barrel thick

Who say suck my little pickle dick.

Obediently the whimpy little guerkins suck

While from behind they get a kosher fuck.

Most humans never witness such a sight

I just happened to look in the barrel one night.

I knew that I was not welcome though

As five of the pickles arranged in a row

Four bent down leaving the middle one up

And flipped me off like a stupid fuck.

I dropped the lid in utter shock

As I heard one say suck my pickle cock

Then they all laughed like pickled drunks

I said fuck you all little pickle punks.

I awoke that night with my hands bound tight

As the pickles lined up and fucked me all night

One fucking my ass and two in my ears

One making me suck him to pickle cheers.

They disappeared after they all were done

I swallowed so much pickle cum

Blushing I admit, knees on floor

The following night I returned for more.