Turnip Pie, why did I purchase you and try to lie?
Never once have you said "Goodbye", now you sit here in this pan to cry.
I ate you once, but not again, now I sit here to scribe 'bout you with this pen,
Turnips I won't try to defend, I like you sauteed with meat at the end,
But baked in a pie I scream "Why even try?" this is something I would never ever again buy,
I've smothered in cream sprinkled with cinnamon, quite a dream, but turnips I say should not be anywhere near me!
Copyright © Kharma Scribbles KharmaticRhythm | Year Posted 2018
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