Trying to write

They say dreaming isn't enough
And rhyming is for wimps
I say trying to write anything
Is trying to turn into a turnip

Difficult to do
if there is nothing in the fridge
to compare one to

Sleep is a bore
and waking is taken
By slowly twisting turning
Not turning quickly enough
Into aforementioned turnip

But I aforementioned carefully
For the ongoing transformation
May have caused hurtful feelings
(even overhead luggage to move)
in the turnip I am coming to be.