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Picklin’ PollyOh, my gollyShe pickled everything.Food submergedIn vinegar -She loved the tangy zing. A maestro of the salty brine,Polly pickled melon rinds.Then veggies, eggs, and piggy legs -Filled a hundred pickle kegs. She tried it with banana.She tried it with baboons.She carried jars and juice aroundLike a pickling buffoon. But you know how these obsessionsContinue reading “Polly the Pickler”