.....doesn't always come down!

You were maybe expecting Pickle to fall on his hat and squash it, or maybe you forgot Pickle can fly? Although he is not very good at hanging on to a skateboard.
Change of pace!
When my first wife, Myra, introduced me to a little poem from her younger years, "Little fly upon the wall/ Ain't you got no folks at all/ Ain't you got no Mam or Dad/ Oh, you poor little lad?" I, the 'guide' and writer was inspired to follow with, "Little fly upon the ceiling/ You must be devoid of feeling/ Crawling way above my bed/ Don't the blood run to your head?". Since those days, many moons ago, Little Fly has occasionally amused the Muse and with (or without) your indulgence I will, from time to tome share some of them with you.