{"id":3080,"date":"2011-11-06T16:29:06","date_gmt":"2011-11-06T16:29:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3080"},"modified":"2016-08-03T16:31:38","modified_gmt":"2016-08-03T15:31:38","slug":"may-we-never-have-a-love-for-or-want-of-turnips","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/may-we-never-have-a-love-for-or-want-of-turnips\/","title":{"rendered":"May We Never Have A Love For or Want of Turnips"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

May never for the humble turnips
\nWe have a need or love
\nFor neither is good for man
\nFor the former he will shove
\nAway a fellow starving man
\nIn times of woe and hunger
\nLike a bully in the family
\nThat dominates the younger.
\nAnd for the latter, may we not have
\nTo plant them have disdain
\nFor food for sheep is good for man
\nEven though the taste is plain
\nAnd he who looks down on it
\nTo eat sheep’s food is too proud
\nWill have to resort to stealing the same
\nAnd gunfire will show to do so is not allowed.<\/p>\n

During famine times, a tale of our family tells of us being prosperous relative to the other local families. Due to a hostile reception when our family moved in, there was little sympathy with the native locals when the famine struck.Being resourceful, our family took the turnips from the landlords as an alternative crop to spite the mocking of other locals who said it was food for sheep and the next years crop would be good. A low point in the family history was when they ran some of the locals from the fields who took raw turnip to eat out of hunger.<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

May never for the humble turnips We have a need or love For neither is good for man For the former he will shove Away a fellow starving man In times of woe and hunger Like a bully in the family That dominates the younger. 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