A Cauliflower, round of head <br />was resting in his flowerbed. <br />Admired for his awesome size, <br />it was not known if he was wise. <br /> <br />A Parsnip challenged him this way: <br />'Good Morning Baldytop, I say <br />how big you reckon you will grow <br />I truly wonder and must know.' <br /> <br />Sir Cauliflower, not amused <br />to be so shamelessly abused <br />replied: 'Of all the garden's plants <br />you are the one who moans and rants, <br />I think that I may well be King <br />and you mean nothing, not a thing! <br />I can be eaten with a dip <br />you must await the time they snip <br />your trunk, your juices are too sour <br />while folks enjoy me a s a flower.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-yabbers/
