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Why broccoli is gross-a poem

Posted on March 4, 2010 By sassy (Edit) 2 Comments

I realize there is a portion of the population out there that likes broccoli.  I don’t get it, but I realize it goes on-kinda like chinchilla farming.

This is why broccoli is gross, in verse:

I do not like you steamed or baked.
In a casserole I cannot take.

At parties they serve you with carrots and ranch,
The thought of eating you makes me blanch.

Your florets are seedy and stick in my teeth,
I must admit I like nothing green.

Dear broccoli, you’re gross.  The End.

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  1. A Floret to Broccoli | The Verandas at Cupertino says:
    March 8, 2010 at 7:48 am

    [...] blogging nemesis Sassy has a thing about broccoli. Strange, but true. In fact, she’s taken to writing poetry about her broccoli aversion, which you can read by clicking this [...]

  2. A Floret to Broccoli » Autotard says:
    March 18, 2010 at 10:12 am

    [...] blogging nemesis Sassy has a thing about broccoli. Strange, but true. In fact, she’s taken to writing poetry about her broccoli aversion, which you can read by clicking this [...]



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