Introduction

Next time you are sitting, blithely eating your dinner, give a thought for the secret scenario been played out on your plate.

Fate's Cruel Blow

Oh! to be a cauliflower
beside a Brussel Sprout
deep within my cauli heart
I'd positively shout

I'd be happy in a casserole
consomme or stew
oh! my little Brussel Sprout
if there I was with you

I'd pass up all the carrots
the peas hold no attraction
from my little Brussel Sprout
I'd get my satisfaction

I'd swim on through the gravy
with hope arising still
oh! my little Brussel Sprout
love, must have it's fill

Searching for my long lost love
I'd inch across the plate
oh! my little Brussel Sprout
I fear it is too late

With knife and fork descending
the end is very near
oh! my little Brussel Sprout
do not shed a tear

With cries of help ascending
as I slithered down his throat
oh! my little Brussel Sprout
I hope the blighter chokes !!

Copyright; Buttercup
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