Bloody Mary Mornings in Minnesota

In the Land of 10,000 Lakes, Where we wake to ducks and the sound snowflakes, There's a drink that warms the frost-bitten soul, A Bloody Mary in hand—now life’s on a roll!

With tomato juice as thick as the fog, Vodka so pure, it could charm a bog, Topped with celery, a pickle, and spice, It's a salad in a glass—Minnesota nice!

The bartender hands you that Snit on the side, A little beer chaser—it’s like a free ride! The locals all cheer, “It’s tradition, my friend, Just sip and repeat—it never will end.”

Whether on ice fishing trips or by bonfires' glow, The Bloody Mary makes every chat flow. You can toss in some shrimp or bacon on skewers, In Minnesota, we’re culinary doers.

So raise your glass high to this classic libation, The cure for all hangovers and pure jubilation. From Twin Cities brunch to the cabin's fresh air, There's nothing quite like a Bloody Mary with Snit flair!

So here’s to Minnesota, where the drink is divine, And the Snit just reminds us to always recline, For winter is long, but our spirits stay bright, With Bloody Marys to warm up the coldest of nights!