Lament of the Wishing Well

Come to me with your shiny tokens -
Your precious dreams envisaged then spoken
In watery echo, ripple out each request;
Your aquatic genii: servile to behest.

But I was once worshipped, revered, adored,
Sacrament, sacrosanct, both pauper and lord,
Now I am contained and serving others -
Resort for the desperate, greedy, and lovers.

Turnip Poem

Lordy lordy a swede to thee
I found a turnip sitting in the tree.
"'scuse me dear turnip", I doth sayeth to it,
"might I sample you just one little bit?"
The turnip looked scared and shy'ed away
I could tell by his voice he wanted me not to stay.
"Go now young sir," he doth sayeth to me,
"let I rest, just leave me be."
"Why?" I inquired to this shaken form
"Why?!" Echoed the veg, "Just be gone!"
I wondered awhile at this turnip's fear
and mused to myself when I saw a tear;
the turnip that sat up in this tree
started to shed sweet tears down upon me.
I mused some more as this turnip sobbed
and at that moment I was viciously robbed!
Six carrots and colliflower three
suddenly overpowered me!
they stole my money and clothing too
and left me naked with nothing to do,
I hid my modesty as the vegetables fled-
carrying my belongings above their heads.
After the shock I recovered myself
and thanked the stars for retaining my health,
then I heard again the voice from on high
and looked up to see the turnip sigh
"didst I not tell thee not to stay?"
(His words gave me no comfort that day)
"Why did ye not tell me of the dangers!" I ranted and raged
"This whole episode was cleverly staged!
You know these vegetable vagabonds do you not?"
"I do not young sir, I know no plot"
I did not believe the turnip's words
so I chopped up his body and fed it to the birds.