The Tortured Tale of Broccoli

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The Tortured Tale of Broccoli

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The Tortured Tale of Broccoli

Poem by: PoqimRN

Genre: True Confessions

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Poem by: PoqimRN

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Genre: True Confessions

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Summary

A beloved vegetable pines from within.

Summary

A beloved vegetable pines from within.

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Submitted: January 20, 2012

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Submitted: January 20, 2012

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I am just a broccoli

A sad and lonely soul.

Life is just a moccoli

That taunts me from this bowl.

 

The celery can promenade,

Asparagus cannot.

The Brussels sprouts can twist and shout

The cabbages fox trot.

 

The carrots all can cantor 

The garlics are less fun

They insist on banter

And make cry the sweet onion

 

The wise old yam keeps time

While the sweet peas play their pods

The gingerroot looks mighty cute

She winks at me, and nods.

 

This yellow bowl, it keeps me safe

Within it’s walls I cower.

 

But…

Wouldn’t it be swell

To bud out of my shell

And become a cauliflower?

 

 


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