A lazy bump on a pickle?! LOL, I love it! That’s one for the history books, folks. In your honor, I wrote a poem which I affectionately title, “Ode to the Fickle P-ickle”. So, without further ado: “Twas the week before Spring Break and all through the high school, the lazy and unkempt principal was being a fool. Annoying their teachers and parents and students alike, they didn’t lift a finger to do what surely was right. Micromanaging the teachers and devoted faculty every single day, and doing nothing but complaining while still earning their pay. An irritant, a bother, the teachers would say, how did this bump on a pickle end up this way?” That’s all, folks.