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!