Brussels Sprouts Poetry

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Johnny Thunders - LAMF
I love brussels sprouts
They remind me of old times
I hear The Kings of Leon
 
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
 
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
 
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EchoWars said:
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..........
 
“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
 
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
 
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As green as the water which drips from my trouser snake
I'd prefer to eat a hot-buttered cheesesteak
I hate sprouts.
 
We Are The Brussels Sprouts.

We Will Not Take This Lying Down

We Are Coming For You

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