The Darnip

Save the Darnip was their cry

Spread the word both low and high

Let them reel on playful path

Hide them from scorn and wrath

Broaden azure Darnip sky

Keep the Darnip’s desert dry

Save it from a downpour bath

Build its home of plaster and lath

Keep the Darnip’s mudded stream

Forever lightened flowing down

Send its graceful lighted beam

Save the Darnip’s muddled frown

What’s a Darnip you may ask?

Is it live and feeling flesh?

Is it plant so quaintly masked?

Should it be eaten clean and fresh?

In the sun the Darnip basks

In the night the Darnip clowns

Ignoring perfunctory Darnip tasks

In deep water Darnips drown

What’s a Darnip you now ask?

Hell, I don’t have a clue

This poem is just so much trash

What’s a Darnip, that’s up to you

©5/8/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry