ON A TURNIP, DYING YOUNG
a eulogy by Marian Allen
I bought myself some turnips and they tied them in a bag.
I brought them home in triumph, very happy with my swag.
I put them in the pantry ’cause they’re turnips, right? They’ll keep.
I then forgot about them until yesterday, when– EEP!
I found the bag all saggy and untied it and found this:
Liquidity and rottenness instead of turnip bliss.
Oh, turnip lovers everywhere, if you don’t like to gag,
DO store your turnips openly. DON’T tie them in a bag.
As #4 daughter and her bestie say, “Eee, though!”
WRITING PROMPT: A character forgets something that cannot be retrieved.