Turnip Pie

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!
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Andresen Avatar
January 23, 2018 at 1:51 PM
Hello Kharma S. :) - It is a great pleasure to welcome you and thank you for your first contribution here on Poerty Soup - hugs // Sun :)
Kharmaticrhythm Avatar
January 23, 2018 at 10:36 PM
Thank you so much!
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January 22, 2018 at 3:06 PM
Interesting first poem Kharma.. Welcome to poetry soup..
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January 22, 2018 at 11:01 AM
Kharma, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this marvelous community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I TOO am ready to enjoy and follow you and your poetry if you'd like :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup 2018 :) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
Kharmaticrhythm Avatar
January 23, 2018 at 10:35 PM
Thank you for your lovely feedback! It would be a pressure to have follow me!
Ja Avatar
January 21, 2018 at 8:49 AM
I feel the same. It is such a shame. It is better to write about A thing we could do without Thank you kindly for the smile
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January 21, 2018 at 10:29 AM
Thank you so kindly for your feedback!
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