I have hated you,
Since the dawn,
And I won’t rest,
Until you’re gone.
Slimy and vile,
Unnatural and shrill,
Too small in size,
For so much chlorophyll.
Smelling you cook,
Makes my stomach turn,
Brought to a boil,
I wish you’d burn.
Mere thought of you,
Causes a reflex gag,
Cooking there,
In your little bag.
How could I eat,
Something like you,
A head of cabbage,
Shrunken by voodoo.
I might put a lid on,
Never let you out,
Shrivel up and die,
Tiny brussels sprout.
