AA BB poem by Mathew

This is a rhyming poem down with AABB, meaning the first two lines rhyme and the second two rhyme. Enjoy.

I dropped my pickle

I dropped my pickle,

On a really big prickle.

I couldn't pick it up,

So I called a grownup.

But he was in pain,

So I shouted for Jane.

But she was stuck in traffic,

By the way she's very photographic.

So I went next door,

But they were on tour.

No one was there,

Apart from a bear.

I hopped in the car

And I drove very far.

I stopped at a home,

It was actually a dome.

I knocked on the door,

Maybe they went to war.

No one came,

I guess everything's the same.