Day 2--National Poetry Month--Pensee Poem--Turnips, Ice Cream

That was a good poem, wasn't it? Sorry, life happened and this poem was a little late. So here it is in all its glory. If you want to know what a Pensee poem is, check it out here:

Turnips

Lord's punishment

For liking mint chip ice cream 

Try choking them down. I dare you.

Mom's potato trick. Bleah!
(My mom once whipped turnips to look like smashed potatoes, which so enraged my father that he slopped his entire mound back into the bowl. We kids took that as cart blanch to do the same thing. Poor deluded Mom.)

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Ice cream

Food for the soul

Makes up for a host of wrongs

Your reward in the Afterlife

If you stop pounding sibs. 

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy