The Carrot That Time Forgot

I am the carrot

That time forgot

I was plucked from the ground

A long time ago

I was placed in a box

And set in a truck

And shipped to a warehouse 

Where it was, I don't know

I was given a shower

And bundled with friends

Then boxed once again

It was darker that time

We were loaded once more

And driven real far

To a store near the coast

Then, I guessed Anaheim

I sat on the shelf

For what seemed like a year

They must not have cared

About rotating stock

All things considered

It wasn't that bad

Air-conditioned and peaceful

And they played mostly Rock

Still, I was restless

I longed for a change

To be bought by some vegan,

Rabbit owner, or cook

At last, one fine day

My bundle was chosen

Freedom awaited

But I was forsook

For my bundle was taken

But I was held back

It was a celery stick

That would crush my last hope

I was devastated

I had lost my way out

But that very second

I was saved by a grope

The unlikeliest savior

A fat mustachioed guy

Had decided to get him

A healthy, orange snack

I thought maybe he

Had decided to diet

Lose some weight to prevent 

A bad heart attack

But when we got home

To his place, I was placed

On a rack in the fridge

And there I did stay

Well, it's been several years

Countless leftovers and beers

But in that guy's fridge

I remain to this day