Common Carrot

A produce adventure

When I fell from the turnip truck today
Bouncing down the dusty road
With my highest IQ intact
Lost and confused in the dirt
Landing in the ditch quite finished
To think that I could have been one with the many
Going off to market on parade on display today
Ending up on someones dish or plate
The proximity escapes me
Being eaten would have fulfilled my destiny
The child smiles and states with confidence
Mommy! daddy! This turnip sure taste delicious
They respond with a wink and laugh
That produce is orange and thin my dear
It is called a common carrot 
Oops! My mistake
That's great

Author's Note

Authors note: (The gender of the child is unknown in the poem....but does it really matter?) Also: The author wishes to distance himself from the "dish" or "plate" controversy. You decide.