Brussels Sprouts Poetry

DingusBoy said:
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.
 
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Awwww, chit ! About wet myself several times in this thread...you boys are poets & dint Know it...-Sandy G
 
dingus said:
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.
 
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!
 
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: **** It!
 
wizard_len said:
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: **** It!

:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
 
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
 
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