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.


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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “On a Turnip, Dying Young

  1. Jane

    July 31, 2011 at 10:14am

    Hi. We just laid to rest a late onion, wild sprouts and all. Oh, the gooh!

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