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Pickled Pickle Party

No bash so far, beats the one in the jar Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill When the lid comes off it’s an open bar! So relish your time and come get your fill No asparagus juice here, that’s just swill That’s the best party perk of a gherkin Gettin’ sliced on garlic, Oh what a thrill! The sweet ones are in the corner lurkin’ While that gherkins workin’ it and twerkin’ I’m already so brined out of my mind And the bread and butter kind is smirkin’ I’m so pickled my vision has declined To kaleidoscopically half blind Stumble and bump into pals in numbers A hullaballoo of the tangy kind Off to our shelf in the door we lumber To catch some refrigerated slumber May have had too many vinegar shots Since yesterday…. I was a cucumber August 15, 2022 It’s a pickle party contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose

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