Nonsensically

I swear I don't mean to be fickle,

But I want my food sans the pickle,

If I eat them my tongue will tickle,

And I won't pay you a nickel.

This stanza works by itself,

So I dropped it onto the next shelf,

And no, it won't all rhyme,

Because I haven't got all that time.

If you think that was bad,

This'll make you more sad,

'Cause there are rhymes to be had,

But I'm lazy.

I regret just a tad,

That this rhyme's scantily clad,

But if I don't rhyme I might just go crazy.

I guess that I'm done,

These lines have been fun,

No works under the Sun,

Can bring back this one...

Maybe