Best Turnips Poems

healthy turnip greens
fall's bountiful garden reaped...
live lady bug floats ...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all were asleep,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sheep.
The cattle were snoozing, the pigs were at rest
And...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it...

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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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When Farmer Brown’s daughter grew busty,
The men pulling turnips grew lusty.
Brown then had to choose
Which shotgun to use
If one of those hands proved untrusty....

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"Asparagus Full Grown"

Now it had been said again & again...
By those who sailed way away back then when~
Whot ayre aloft shall always come down~
So's may...

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Flammer Me Gimbels #42
(a Vogon Pirate poem)

Flammer me gimbels, me trimbels and dromies,
Whenceforth I caminal scrabbit thy foamies.
Jeerbo or Jabox, ex labbit. Ex findle
Will not...

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* for maximum effect cue audio at stanza break

"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of...

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The odor of turnips,
of seasoned cabbage water - borscht
flushed through musing kidneys.

Listening to Zhukovsky, Vysotsky, Tyutchev,
not comprehending a word of it.
Working my way backward
through an...

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And we have the prophetic word more fully confirmed, to which you will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a...

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A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair,
stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper,
overt orange, deep vein red,
pallid yellow, scaly amber,
jumble upon bright clad jumble,
earthbound mattress on...

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Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.

He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.

There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that...

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It is warmer

In Paris 
They talk about
The weather
Eat frugally 
Hamburgers made of 
Indian cows
Turnips from Sweden 
Potatoes
From Holland 
Gobbledegook
And sign on
The dotted line....

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The spring was on the way
time for the farmer to plough
straight lines running parallel
gleaming in the rich red loam

It had laid all winter waiting
now it...

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the car you sold my wifes junk

proof you need just check the trunk

apples turnips pear

pollute nose and air

to the lake alas its sunk....

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