Pickled Turnips

Pickled Turnips

Granny fills cans with pickled treats

From carrots, cucumbers, and beets

But while drinking her fifth beer

To toast a good canning year

Preserved turnips in whiskey neat

On Christmas Eve she gave me one big jar

Of turnips in whiskey and a cigar

It turned all my poop pink

And pushed me to the brink

So Christmas morning is in the ER

Pickled turnip poop is actually kind of a pretty color

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