Ugh! Brussels Sprouts!

With thoughts of Christmas.........

Ugh! Brussel Sprouts!

They're bought in job lots every year

To eat them with our wine and beer,.

They look and taste like rotting greens

And smell like tins of cold baked beans!

They even have the same outcome

As wind rumbles around in our tums.

Our usual sunny dispositions

Displeased by a cruel Yule tide tradition.

We ask why on Festive plate we allow

The horrible Brussel, it tastes so foul?

The humble looking little green bud -

We sit there, retching up the cud.

The mini cabbage will make us gag

That's only fit for a black bin bag!

Then more revolt - the veg and spuds

Served up warm for tomorrows' lunch!

That end up in a bubble and squeak,

Those leftovers' fried in oil so deep.

For Veggies' that are bought so seldom,

Why don't we just send them all to Belgium?

And most will end up in the bin -

Better out then in - they're so disgusting!

I know there's some who enjoy a Brussel

With vitamins to build up body and muscle,

While others like their taste and pungency,

But personally - they're really not for me

Copyright Linda Lawrence 
2007

29th December 2007