Best Broccoli Poems

More nutritious
Than a bean,
I do appreciate 
Your green,
But raw,
You are extremely crunchy,
Roasted,
Just a mushy-munchy.
Steaming 
Makes you awfully wet.
Sorry -
‘Still don’t like you yet!...

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Cauliflower clouds drift past broccoli trees,
where bright carrot paths lead to vegetable seas.

Tall corn sentries stand straight in a row,
while wild little radishes have no...

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A Christmas dinner that can’t be beat
Here is the menu of what we’ll eat

Mashed potatoes whipped smooth and fluffy
Green bean casserole; nice and crunchy

Pickles and...

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This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity.


Our Mom made us sit and sit
Until we’d eaten every bit
She said “there’s starving kids...

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There once was a fight on my plate
In front of my face while I ate

The Broccoli on the left picked up its Spear
And stabbed the...

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Running, running, get away,
move aside! I can't stay!

Time is gone and I must go
hurry now,  move too slow.

Heart is racing, pounding loud
press myself against...

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Mushroom soup for breakfast
Carrot soup for lunch
Noodle soup for dinner,
Onion soup for brunch!

Chow mein soup the next day
Broccoli soup – oh Boy
Barley soup – I’m...

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Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are...

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Sometimes, I wake up from Sweet Death’s dull sleep,
And find, I’ve not been living as I could,
My friends tell me they tire of seeing me...

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Either side of the bed is mine
at my whim
and
Fancy

Coffee cups left in the sink
until there are
no
more
Clean

vacuum in the middle of the
floor
for a Week

remote - Mine
precisely.where.I.left.it.

Stink
of...

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As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking...

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Black ship, kick the door!
Your language is dust
Cornered, sacred words
A forgotten sheep
Demanding a shift
Thunderstorm clouds attend
No one will notice, in the end

Incomplete carcasses
Diamond worm domain
In...

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(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting...

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Panic In the Vegetable Garden

By Elton Camp

The carrot turn from yellow to pale
“Danger!” it called out to the kale

The tomato gaped in great fear
“Caution broccoli,...

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Today my husband said ' I can really go for some banana bread' 
But this is what I made instead.

A gallon of Sweet Tea.
A bowl...

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