A Pickle a Day

It is the season that I so love,
You take off your gloves and woolly scarf,
The sun is out more often than not,
A cold beer replaces the boiling teapot,
But most of all I must confess,
(And I am not trying to impress),
It is the season I do my pickling,
All summer I just keep nibbling,
On the pickles, turnips, cabbage too,
They go so well with the beer brew,
xxx

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