Brussels Sprouts Poem by Angela Wybrow

My favourite vegetable, without a doubt,
Is the humble, but holy, Brussels sprout.
I cook them until they're really soft;
Around my house, their aroma wafts.

I eat them with curries and with pies;
I eat them with burgers and with fries.
With many a dish, they go really well,
But, once digested, they produce an odd smell.

Their tangy taste, I so love to savour:
To any meal, they add real flavour.
I simply adore their wonderful taste -
Once on my plate, they won't go to waste.

Some think it quite weird that I am so keen
On these marvellous morsels, small and green.
I can eat Brussels sprouts by the bunch -
Even in a sandwich for my lunch.

Despite their dreadful reputation,
With Brussels, I have a fascination.
They're a vegetable which people love or hate:
They're slated by some, but we are best mates.

I eat Brussels sprouts every day -
I don't care what other folk say.
I just couldn't imagine my life without
The humble, but holy, Brussels sprout.