Pickles & Tickles Limericks
"Bread and Butter"
Fickle pickles soaked in barrels of brine,
Along with drowned rats in vinegar’s wine,
Public non the wiser,
I am your advisor,
Take Tetanus when on pickles you dine!
Pickle plants in Arkansas where cucumbers are processes soak them in barrels of salt
brine a week or so before they are then processes in jars of vinegar. The soaking
process receives many visitor rats, and they fall into the barrels and drowned. The
dead and sometime decaying rats are simply dipped out and the process continues.
“Enjoy your BREAD AND BUTTERS!”
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