The Brave Brussels Sprout That Saw Christmas Out

The memory span of the average sprout Means he forgets why the light is out If life in a fridge will be life without end Never forget that the dark is your friend * And hidden away in a refrigerator A brave little sprout needs no invigilator He’d tucked himself between some beans and a leek And went undiscovered throughout Christmas week But now that the trifle and cheeses aren’t there The fridge is beginning to feel rather bare The spaces within have become wide agape With few nooks and crannies in which to escape He’s watched as his friends were all taken and eaten But this little sprout was too brave to be beaten He may be just one single sprout, small and green But he can be ruthless and ever so mean He knew that the sound of the footsteps nearby Meant somebody sharing his fridge could soon die But he’ll stop at nothing for self preservation He pushed the leek forward without hesitation It’s dark in the fridge which should aid his concealment And save him the sight of leftovers congealment He thought he’d be safe in the darkness inside… But screamed like a bean when the door opened wide!