I love brussels sprouts
They remind me of old times
I hear The Kings of Leon

I love brussels sprouts
They remind me of old times
I hear The Kings of Leon

Oy.

That wasn't a brussel sprout Haiku, was it? Someone should come up with one :)

Found this poem on the 'net.

Brussels Sprouts
Catharine Savage Brosman


In drag-foot March, and fastening my coat

against a churlish wind, as I arrive

at the greengrocer's stall I have in mind

Bermuda onions, chard, asparagus,

red peppers, corn-a salad for the eye

and long-stemmed hothouse marvels hastening

the spring in every hue; but daffodils

to mark St. David's Day have frumpy blooms,

carnations wither, and the tulip buds

are February's orphans. As for fruit

and vegetables, the apples look as hard

as wood, and flavorless; my leafy thought

of salads dies. But broccoli is out

in florets, with the kindred cabbages

and Brussels sprouts. Such lowly ancestry

they have, these sprouts, so plain! They could be beads

or dresser knobs, or marbles for a game

with winter, and at thirty-seven pence

a pound are not patrician. Yet their sweet

and minimal design, their modesty,

repeating an idea of round desire

and touched with Cezanne blue, invite conceits

with painted tables, sunshine in the shape

of fruit, a bowl, a porcelain carafe,

or curtains at a window by Matisse

as if in all things green there were a grace

awaiting hand or eye to contemplate

the world transcended in its common ways.


- JP

That wasn't a brussel sprout Haiku, was it? Someone should come up with one :)

I take the green orb
Study it, examine it-
It's a piece of shit

Brussels sprout, Brussels sprout!
Throw the nasty rascal out.
Give us pizza, give us meat.
Give us anything that's sweet.

In the evening how I hate
To see you lying on my plate.
You are green and round and wide,
Which makes you very hard to hide.

And so, with milk, I wash you down.
Even then I gag and frown.
Though you're good for me, no doubt.
A pox upon thee, Brussels sprout.

—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1997 by Bob Tucker



“A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money. Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine, something Brussels sprouts never do.”
—P. J. O'Rourke

Brussels sprout, Brussels sprout!
Throw the nasty rascal out.
Give us pizza, give us meat.
Give us anything that's sweet.

In the evening how I hate
To see you lying on my plate.
You are green and round and wide,
Which makes you very hard to hide.

And so, with milk, I wash you down.
Even then I gag and frown.
Though you're good for me, no doubt.
A pox upon thee, Brussels sprout.

—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1997 by Bob Tucker


:yes:

Echowars knows more shit than just DC offset..........

The Brussel sprouts grow
If you feed one to Tentoze
Then up he will throw.

“We kids feared many things in those days - werewolves, dentists, North Koreans, Sunday School - but they all paled in comparison with Brussels sprouts.”
—Dave Barry, Miami Herald Columnist

The Brussel sprouts grow
If you feed one to Tentoze
Then up he will throw.

Too forced- back to school.

Brussels Sprout on plate
The dinner is long over
Alone, they remain

Brussels Sprout on plate
The dinner is long over
Alone, they remain

:yes:

Brussels Sprout on plate
The dinner is long over
Alone, they remain
/golf clap/ :thmbsp:

No-o-o-o-o

But Not For Sprouts (where's the Pepto Bismol?):

They're writing songs of sprouts, but not for me. A asparagus’ above, but not for me

With leaves to lead the way, I found more sprouts of green, than any belgian plate could guarantee. I was a fool to eat and got this way, ah ho alas, and also whatapain

And though I can't dismiss that flavor hard to miss, I guess she's indigested me

It all began so well but what a breath, this is a time a fella needs Colgate. If every cauliflower ends with a cabbage & sprouts, and there's no spr(out)s for me

the sprout is green
like my osciliscope
the color of money

there once was a Sprout from Nantucket....

As green as the water which drips from my trouser snake
I'd prefer to eat a hot-buttered cheesesteak
I hate sprouts.

As green as the water which drips from my trouser snake
I'd prefer to eat a hot-buttered cheesesteak
I hate sprouts.

That's just gross :yuck:

We Are The Brussels Sprouts.

We Will Not Take This Lying Down

We Are Coming For You

:dammit: :yuck: :yuck: :dammit: :finger: :yippy: :finger:

there once was a Sprout from Nantucket....
who was taken away in a bucket.
and though prepared,
with loving care,
it tasted like shit anyway.

Awwww, chit ! About wet myself several times in this thread...you boys are poets & dint Know it...-Sandy G

who was taken away in a bucket.
and though prepared,
with loving care,
it tasted like shit anyway.


They ain't that bad....

Donno why all vegies tasted like crap when I was a kid... :scratch2:
Though I did like bananas. :banana:

The plotline of the only episode of "Leave it to Beaver" that I can still remember at this late date was something about the Beave's reticence to eat sprouts...
Until I saw it, I thought it was just me.

A foul taste conceals
Fetid remains of the day
A lone moth alights

A foul taste conceals
Fetid remains of the day
A lone moth alights


Mebbe you should change your nick to kerozen.

Mebbe you should change your nick to kerozen.


roflmao, toze!

As green as the water which drips from my trouser snake


Dude...You need to see a doctor, like...now!

Green as the pus which leaks from my sores,
Hard as what's behind the Green Door,
It smells so pungent like yesterday's beans,
My dear sprouts of brussels you nauseate me!

There once was a sprout from Brussels
Which had some astounding muscles
It lifted the table,
the chair, and Aunt Mabel
And sucked out all her corpuscles


:yikes:

Oh, stunted little cabbages/From the land of Mannekin Pis/You make us gag & retch/You can be sure of this...-Sandy G.

My wife and I are on the outs,
I won't eat and now she pouts,
I'll eat peppers and sauerkrauts,
But I'm not eating brussel sprouts!

I would not eat them by the sea.
I would not eat them in a tree.
I don't like them, don't you see,
Brussel sprouts are not for me.

They're no good fried, they're no good seared,
Those who like them must be weird!
They are good for you, or so I hear,
But as for me, I'll take a beer!

Well, now we know. Wizard Len is Dr. Seuss in disguise!

I do not like them, Sam-I-Am ! i would not eat them on a boat, I would not eat them w/a Goat...I do not like Green eggs 'n' Sprouts ! I DO NOT like them, Sam-I-Am !!-Sandy G.

With apologies to DingusBoy, it goes like this:

There once was a man from Nantucket,
With brussel sprouts held in a bucket.
To like them, he tried
He ate, puked and died!
His epitaph: Brussel Sprouts: Fuck It!

With apologies to DingusBoy, it goes like this:

There once was a man from Nantucket,
With brussel sprouts held in a bucket.
To like them, he tried
He ate, puked and died!
His epitaph: Brussel Sprouts: Fuck It!

:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

Brussels Sprout on plate
The dinner is long over
Alone, they remain

Excellent! :thmbsp:

Wicked man
cursed and scorned
Born from torment
Mr. Brussels

The steam is rising from the pot
It is time once again for some sprouts
Bread-crumb crustiness calls me
Pass the butter.

Boy did this one rise from the grave. Those have to be some of my earliest posts. Still like dem sprouts though. I mean not every day, but...

Buttered green balls tightly furled
I chase you, so hard to cut
I must eat you whole

ill take em!!!!!! sooooo tasty to my palate.

Those sprouts from Brussels,
I will eat,
Tho' frankly I think they smell like feet.
You may think Belgians rather awful,
But ya gotta say
They make a tasty waffle!

Speaking of the Belgians, did you know some of them went over to the Nazi side during the war? There was a special contingent who helped the Germans ferret out the Belgian underground.

They called them the Waffle SS.


:tongue:

"The best thing to go over brussels sprouts is the lid on the garbage can"

~Fisherdude

Truer word never spoken, dear fool. :nutz:

Ahhh, sweet, sweet memories.

How odd, how timely, I just read the following in Mother Earth News today in a multi page layout on Brussels sprouts:

The Ick Factor: A Scientific Explanation
"If you're a member of the crowd who detests Brussels sprouts, there may be a scientific explanation for your aversion...A study published in Current Biology concludes that some people's palates may be gnenetically wired to react more strongly to the bitter compounds knows as glucosinolates found in cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli, Brussels sprouts, radishes and turnips. "

Chemistry to the rescue. So, there may be a perfectly plausible explanation for you poor souls. You're just genetic freaks. :scratch2:

Damn the sprouts, but I love radishes. Then burp on an elevator later.

How odd, how timely, I just read the following in Mother Earth News today in a multi page layout on Brussels sprouts:

The Ick Factor: A Scientific Explanation
"If you're a member of the crowd who detests Brussels sprouts, there may be a scientific explanation for your aversion...A study published in Current Biology concludes that some people's palates may be gnenetically wired to react more strongly to the bitter compounds knows as glucosinolates found in cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli, Brussels sprouts, radishes and turnips. "

Chemistry to the rescue. So, there may be a perfectly plausible explanation for you poor souls. You're just genetic freaks. :scratch2:

Mother Earth News......

When I was oh, 9 or so, my mom read about some miracle cure for some cold I had that involved eating chopped raw onions with something else (lemon or mustard seeds or something) mixed with it.

She wanted to write in and tell them how wonderfully this cure worked. I remember sitting up in bed with a fever and having her try to convince me that the way she'd done it, it tasted like applesauce :rolleyes:

After about 20 minutes of cajoling, I finally gave in....and in about ten seconds flat proceeded to projectile vomit all over her :puke:

Good times, good times.....

Oh Gawd, what a tale.

Just don't blame Mother Earth News. Blame your Mother! She should have known to tweak it with Laudenum and Sulfate of Arsenic to deaden the heave reflex.