Childe Harold For Vegetarians Poem by Tom Billsborough

Stuck in Stockholm one fine day
I met a Swede. It ran away.
In Brussels to a juicy sprout
I mentioned Xmas. It ran out.
In N.Y. State it was a squash.
Its eyes you know were all awash
With copious tears. "Oh don't eat me.
My mum expects me home for tea."
In Kingston town in old Jamaica
I happened on a straight banana.
"You're a wonder, " I declared.
But sadly it became quite scared.
These Veggies guess my evil plan
I am a Vegetarian!