C Richard Miles
Fuss-Less Brussels - Poem by C Richard Miles
Why did you leave those Brussels sprouts?
They seem so sad and so left out
And sit there, sobbing, on your plate.
Don’t say they’re something that you hate.
Make sure that you don’t hurt their feelings
After they’ve suffered cruel cuts and peeling.
It’s not their fault the way they look;
In actual fact, it was the cook
Who left them in too long to boil
So they went soft and now they’re spoiled.
Don’t be a wimp and make a scene;
It would not do to shun those greens.
So just act tough and show your muscles:
Don’t make a fuss and eat those Brussels!
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