Pickle Toes Mayhem

(what is going on?) (where is my shoe?)

I woke up this morning and stepped on a pickle,

My left shoe vanished—it must’ve been fickle.

My toaster started singing,

“PLEASE LET ME GO!” Then my grandma’s goldfish yelled,

“I’M THE CEO!” Pickle toes!

Pickle toes! Nobody knows where the pickle goes!

I checked the fridge,

I checked my hat,

Somehow there’s a pickle living in my cat! (meow) I

opened my closet—it started to scream,

A dancing potato jumped into my dream.

My backpack grew legs and ran down the street,

While seventeen waffles tap-danced to the beat!

Then I sneezed so hard I flew across the room,

Landed in a bathtub full of chicken soup.

The chicken said, “Dude,

you’re late for the show!” So I grabbed a trombone and yelled,

“HERE WE GO!” (achoo)

Pickle toes! Pickle toes!

Running around in everybody’s clothes!

Pickle in my pocket,

pickle on my nose,

I don’t even know where anybody goes!

Then the ceiling fan shouted,

“FOLLOW ME!” And a squirrel arrived riding on a TV.

The moon wore sunglasses and started to rap,

While my refrigerator took a three-hour nap!

A pickle in the bathtub,

a pickle in my shoe,

A pickle on the ceiling saying,

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

PICKLE TOES! PICKLE TOES!

Nobody knows where the pickle goes!

It’s on the roof!

It’s in the snow!

It’s wearing tiny pants and putting on a show!

I asked the pickle,

“Why are you here?” It whispered,

“Buddy… I’ve been here all year.”

Then my grandma’s goldfish shouted,

“THE PICKLE IS THE CEO!”

BWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!