Pipsy loves popsy <br />and diddly does, too, <br />but broccoli gags me. <br />Does it gag you, too? <br /> <br />It’s icky and yucky, <br />a green pile I see, <br />and Mommy keeps saying <br />it’s so good for me, <br /> <br />not s’posed to be singing, <br />no more making up rhyme, <br />pay attention to eating, <br />or I’ll be here a long time. <br /> <br />But broccoli smells <br />when it lays on my plate. <br />It’s the stinkiest stuff, <br />the only veggie I hate. <br /> <br />I guess I could scoot it, <br />some here and some there, <br />then push it some more … <br />ewww, it might fall on my chair, <br /> <br />with little green piles of it <br />smushed on the floor! <br />If they think I ate it <br />they might give me more! <br /> <br />But (sigh) feathery freckles <br />and little brown beavers <br />I just can NOT eat it <br />and my dog, he won’t either … <br /> <br />I told Mommy and Daddy <br />I just hate broccoli. <br />I’ll eat ANYthing else. <br />Guess what? They gave me peas!<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broccoli-children/
