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Failed Turnip Makes Good

The turnip scurried away from the 
Market stall, shedding tears of despair
Which splashed the brand new shoes 
Of the market inspector.

'Why do you cry Mister Turnip?' 

'I am unsold and therefore my life has no meaning' 
Replied the failed turnip. 

He bid the market inspector farewell and jumped
Under the wheels of the passing cab he'd just hailed

And became sustenance for the hovering pigeons, 
Which cooed an elegy of gratitude for his sacrifice.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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