pickle head

i looked into the pickle jar
and WOW is what i said
you'd do the same if you looked in
and, like me, saw a head

a head was in the pickle jar
a-floating in the dill
i looked and then i looked again
the third look made me ill

a head inside my pickle jar
don't know whose head it was
i thought there must be next of kin
i wonder what the cause

i really love my pickles
head or no head, yes i do
if i am very careful
maybe i can have a few

i scoop my hand in slowly
i pretend the head's not there
as my teeth crunch, i'm reminded
when my tongue's tied by a hair