Poor Little Brussel Sprout

This poem is a bit random, but its about a brussel sprout's view of what happens to them at Christmas. :)

Created by lulugirl9876 on Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I am a little brussel sprout
I never did anything wrong
But you cut me from my stalk
From the garden I was gone
I travelled in a colander
We went past lots of trees
There's children playing in the snow
Its minus one degrees!
Finally, I was dropped into
A pool of hot, hot water
That was the end of my sprouty life
I never saw my daughter
So when you eat your brussel sprouts
Just thinnk of what we've been through
We hope that you enjoy eating us
That we sustain and nourish you

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