Broccoli

Vile vertian growth of no delight Who will not pass beyond the craw, Whose colour is unnatural bright, No twig do I detest the more. Dispatch you! For you will not sate For hunger I would rather greet, Your clogging florets gag the pate’ Your presence? It insults the meat! From whence you came I do not know You are naught upon the tongue, A plague on those, your seeds, do sow O rot in ground, be done! Vile vertian growth of no delight Be banished, ever from my sight.