Pickle the Wimpy Dying Carrot

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Pickle the Wimpy Dying Carrot
By Arley Steinhour 012316

I had some carrots, 'Going South,'
Too much time wimping, without a mouth,
A mouth to munch, their crunchiness,
Limp and floppy, too late, I guess.

I had a thought, to 'save the day,'
Instead of throwing my carrots away,
I poured half a cup of White Vinegar,
Added water, to 'tasty-crisp,' the 'Star.'

About, a week, I let them soak,
Thinking, occasionally I'd made a joke,
But, finally, I had to judge the result,
Peeled the ugly, to a crispy result.

They'd gone from a disastrous slop,
Into carrots, worthy of sale at the shop,
Not quite as crisp as a health stick,
But close enough, to not make me sick.

I ate about five, as they became my lunch,
Looked in the jar, and I still had a bunch,
Today, I polished off, the end of the line,
Think I'll pickle more, and dine quite fine.

Oh, the carrots did have a slight pickle taste,
But, not one of those carrots, went to waste,
I started with wimps, that ended semi-crisp,
To call them tasty, with slight vinegar lisp.

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