Pickle Poem

A pickle on my head,
I must have bumped it on the shed.
Now my head is pickled green,
What a funny sight to be seen!
I walked down the street,
And people couldn't help but greet.
"Look at that pickle head!" they'd shout,
I couldn't help but laugh it out.
I went to the store,
And the cashier couldn't take it anymore.
"Pickles are for sandwiches," she said,
"Not for heads, that's just plain weird."
But I'll keep my pickle head with pride,
It's silly and fun, and I'll never hide.
So if you see me, don't be shy,
Just say hi to the pickle guy!