Why Blueberry, I ask you now <br />I have now come to lean to green <br />what has been shown, I'll tell you how <br />but no, it ain't the lowly bean. <br />It's broccoli, her majesty <br />a garden's pride, raison d'être <br />so let's not have a travesty <br />for horticulture's noble maître <br />is what the Gods meant when they made <br />this lovely plant all green throughout <br />and every single grassy blade <br />is envious, even the Kraut <br />called cabbage by the vegetarians <br />knows very well that broccoli <br />turns spinsters into centenarians. <br />Now broccoli sits high and dry <br />it likes its soil to be sweet loam <br />and rain is needed once a week <br />I think that every home, sweet home <br />even the shacks that look so bleak <br />would be enriched by this green queen <br />so do consider what I say <br />Don't get me wrong, I do not mean <br />to be conniving, even sway <br />your culinary tastes today. <br />But, try this, as they say, you might <br />like it, one just never knows <br />go to the garden at first light <br />spray the plants with your green hose <br />just to scare the little bugs <br />off your prized and precious friend <br />go inside where coffee mugs <br />wait for you with Maxwell Blend <br />take a bite, courageous, huge <br />of the broccoli with glee <br />as you chew, a small deluge <br />of saliva will flow free <br />grab her then and kiss her well <br />let the broccoli disperse <br />from experience I tell <br />that your soul will soon immerse <br />into loving shades of green <br />and you will forget the berries <br />and their purple bluish sheen <br />all the Toms and Dicks and Harrys <br />will testify, but if you choose <br />I will visit you in Spring <br />to chase away the blasted blues <br />and then we'll do the all-green thing.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broccoli-not-blueberries/
