On a Turnip, Dying Young

ON A TURNIP, DYING YOUNG

a eulogy by Marian Allen

I bought myself some turnips and they tied them in a bag.

I brought them home in triumph, very happy with my swag.

I put them in the pantry 'cause they're turnips, right? They'll keep.

I then forgot about them until yesterday, when– EEP!

I found the bag all saggy and untied it and found this:

Liquidity and rottenness instead of turnip bliss.

Oh, turnip lovers everywhere, if you don't like to gag,

DO store your turnips openly. DON'T tie them in a bag.

As #4 daughter and her bestie say, "Eee, though!"

WRITING PROMPT: A character forgets something that cannot be retrieved.

MA