Tuesday 7 March 2023

In praise of the turnip

Ah turnips. We had eaten them for centuries,
marvelling at their excellence.

 

We hunted for rabbits and squirrels

with homemade bows and arrows.

 

We realised that we could live on nettles

and what grew in the hedgerows.

 

We abolished any vegetable

that was not textureless or bland.

 

Why had we never acknowledged

the excellence of British food?

 

Proud that we were free of foreign influence

We wound back time to before the Romans

 

But why stop there? It was the land bridge

that had caused the ingress of foreigners

 

with their strange and exotic diets

their laws, languages and farming.

 

Soon we would grub in the dirt for worms

a proud people, our dignity restored.

 

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