If you require mystical eyesight, eat
An orange root with every major meal
A hero lauded for clairvoyant feats
Keeps the home front on even steady keel
If you don’t like the taste of a birch whip
Pursue the root at the end of the stick
Remember to watch the way least you trip
Beware not to follow a donkey trick
If you are to pale skinned for the sun’s rays
Indulge in the conical orange root
Prepare it in every possible way
Being orange will be a fashion hoot
It has many nutritional merits© REDCAT
Our humble sweet war mythical carrot
This is my first ever Sonnet. And I do hope the Bard don’t take offence at me using his form to write a root crop.
Posted as response to Doubly Perfect Fourteen Lines at dVerse.