Mrs Broccoli
The broccoli was quite bushy,
and always pretty pushy.
At times she became mushy
with her friend Mr. Sushi.
She always felt lonely,
missed her one and only.
They used to be quite the bunch,
when they gathered at lunch.
He suddenly wilted and died
for many days she had cried.
She now found her only squeeze
for she had met Mr. Cheese.
She always loved to be tossed
in his very special sauce.
Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2016
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