Ode To Pickles

Almost every afternoon,
I eat pickles with a spoon.
Every evening right at six,
I eat pickles stacked on bricks.
But at night,
I eat them in flight!
In the morning,
I stuff them in my mouth without warning!
At four,
I eat my pickles on a platter on the floor!
In my thoughts pickles always linger,
I eat them so much my pickles are now my fingers!