An ode to Brussels sprout
By Shasta
@cupkitties (7421)
United States
May 21, 2013 7:36pm CST
Oh putrid, green sphere of evil
you put my stomach into upheaval
emitting foul stench from the pot
smells of what the cat done brought
I'd much rather feast on moldy socks
Or lick the backside of an ox
This is no mere food. Oh no sir, Bob
It is the secret home of an alien blob
seeking to suck away my soul
As it enters into gaping pie hole
save me please before it's late
from this strange, green orb upon my plate
What manner of punishment could this be
How dare you feed this thing to me
I guess you hate me, I guess you do
To give me this thing with taste of a shoe
But don't you worry oh don't you fret
Because I am gonna get you yet
You better watch out, you'll soon see
When you're least expecting me
I'll take this pale, green Brussels sprout
And shove that sucker up your snout
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