So this last weekend I went to the MN Ren Fest and fell in love, with a pickle boy. To accurately express my feelings I give you something my wonderful writer friend Ben wrote:
Ode to a Pickle Boy
Pickle boy pickle boy, sweet madrigal pickle boy
I crave what your pickle can do.
Eyes only for thee, I care not to see
another young peasant but you.
The slovenly bard’s a fat tub of lard;
the blacksmith’s eyes pale to your blue.
The duke is too guarded, the shepherd’s retarded,
and can’t tell his ram from his ewe.
I long to make mine your sweet pickle boy brine
before this year’s RenFest is through!
Thank the Gods for Pickle Boys, making us girls feel beautiful all for the sake of a one dollar pickle.
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