A mischievous ol' soul, and a right tickle.
She spoke in rhymes and tales so tall,
Creating quite the ruckus, but never a squall.
With her wink and her giggle, she played her role,
And a twinkle in her eye, that gleamed like coal.
She left her mark, making people smile,
In the hearts of everyone, she left a trial.
So let us remember Mrs Pickle,
Whose memories and adventures are always biblical.
Her presence was always a magical call,
A rhyme-lover's delight, the best of them all.