Protest of the Root People
The root people were gearing up for war.
They had their swords and axes out.
They were heading toward the store,
Where a rude man had been a lout.
We are taking all our kin home, they said.
You will have no more turnips or produce.
I stood back and watched the mandrakes
As they let their tempers loose.
The shopkeeper was sorry, he appealed to the potato.
I am sorry, she said, but you’ll have to settle for tomato.
The root people stay angry for days, and sometimes weeks.
So this means no rutabagas or beets or maybe leeks.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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