Brussel sprouts
So squishy squirmy in the mouth
Good for you they say
I'll take broccoli over brussels any day.
Tiny, tyrannical cabbages
After which my mournful mouth needs bandages.
Slipping, sliding down a slimed up throat
To my terrified tummy's moat.
Another serving? I think not!
These things that make taste buds rot
And look like rotten, repulsive tea dregs
Are being fed to the dog, tail tucked between legs.