Oh, the individually packaged pickles. Yes, I've seen 'em, but since I no longer smoke Marijuana I don't get the munchies badly enough to spend that sort of money for a single pickle. They're not exactly front and center in my pickle consciousness.

However, since giving new life to one's old poetry (sic) seems to be a popular mode of expression of late, here's a blast from the past:

How to Make a Pickle Fly

I've never seen a pickle fly.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why.
Is it simply for lack of wings?
No, there are lots of other things
that hurtle through the air with ease,
like rockets, baseballs and bee-bees,
that have no wings to them affixed.
How do they do it? What's their trick?

Simple. They're through the air propelled
by forces that come from elsewhere.
A gun, a bat, a rocket engine
supply the energies that send 'em
on their journeys through the air.
Well, dang, that gives me an idear!

Just take a pickle from a jar,
remove your pants and underwear.
Then shove that pickle up your ass
and leave it while sufficient gas
pressure builds up to send it flyin'
across the room! There's no denyin'
that fart-powered pickles can fly!
Just drop yer drawers... Give it a try!