Ode to the Sprout

[Hover Fly]

Oh! Mighty glorious,
Brussel Sprout,
Compared to you,
Mince pies are nowt.

Piled upon the plate,
Splendid mound of green,
The greatest food,
The world has ever seen.

Cabbage leek, broccoli,
Turnip, spud, celeriac,
Are pale beside you,
They might as well stay in the sack.

Brought home in sticks,
Or bag even high upon a cart,
You will note this poem,
Contains no,
Reference to fart.

 

[Hilldodger]

You need to start um boiling today if they're gonna be cooked and soggy enough by christmas

 

[Fnaar]

You will note this poem,
Contains no,
Reference to fart.

Superb ode, HoverFly...

Here's a chuff-reference...

There is one food-rule
That no man must flout
The rule goeth thus:
Sprout in, methane out.

 

[Crankarm]

Superb ode, HoverFly...

Here's a chuff-reference...

There is one food-rule
That no man must flout
The rule goeth thus:
Sprout in, methane out.