Going Green
Going Green
Gawd, I love them, they were really tasty, this year
But: there are only so many sprouts, one can bear
I had “em for Christmas dinner; and, for supper to
And; more than a fair amount of gassing in the loo
Glutton for punishment had "em fried for breakfast
As watching the weather; with high winds, forecast
Out for a walk; there is a whiff of greens, in the air
As apparently all the sprouts were dot on this year
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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