In the terrible crash

That turned his head to mash

Fred however, was still alive

His blood slowly drained

He was in excruciating pain

People wondered if he would survive

Doctors wondered what to do

No one seemed to have a clue

Couldn't ask Fred's friends, he was a loner

They decided to replace

Fred's smashed face

The search was on for a suitable donor

Fred was so happy to replace

His hated turnip face

He wanted the new one to be nice and slender

After visiting a vegetable patch

They found a perfect match

A slim white radish so young and tender

While recovering in bed

Bandages covering his new head

Fred hoped the radish selected wasn't spotty

Now when he walks down the street

Smiling at everyone he meets

People stare because he is quite a hottie

After reading saintmaker's sequel to Metaphorest's poem, I was inspired to write one myself :D