I have forgotten Peter Piper.
Was he a wild sniper?
Natural as a pecker
in the Holy Riviere?
Which side he’s on
depends upon
what a pecker is.
A measure or a whiz?
I hear the shells
between the bells.
A crack in the sky.
Pickles drop and fly.
Where is the witch?
Hidden in the ditch.
Can’t tell one from many.
Cash them all in for a penny!