If in all innocence
broccoli brings out flatulence
not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells
will it impart from a single floret
and in the end when it rends
does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet?
And what about the brussel sprout?
No doubt it will create heady fallout
and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast
as you are and repeat all you eat
this gas too at last shall pass.
Also the humble cucumber
which on you may do a number
what light wind
breaks through yonder soft butt?
Smile if while seated at the dinner table
as you may be able to blame the mutt.
Categories:
brussel, humorous, wind,
Form: Rhyme
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to brussel sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with all the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Anybody wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
Categories:
brussel, silly,
Form: Rhyme
I’m an influencer, ex TV
You’re bound to know if you see me
I married a singer, famous she was
But she ditched me, is that her loss?
I pronounce the truth covered in lies
There’s no subject I can’t sensationalise
I wave my arms claim to speak the truth
Rant and rave, like a movie spoof
I spread theories of conspiracy.
Talk about subjects, no interest to me
My ratings skyrocket, the blind tag along
I’m always right, you’re always wrong
I’m bland Jack, fountain of knowledge
I talk like an urchin, never been to college
But doesn’t matter, you hang on my words
I’ve had to scream blogs no better than turds
I’m famous around six million views
Followed by the unlit rams and ewes
David Cox 01/02/23
Categories:
brussel, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Brussel
I dream of a river clear
As a nun’s tears
In a landscape of flowers.
Bees, don´t sting
Nestles is banned.
Honeysuckles
Is a dulcet word.
I think of a woman
who came to my village?
Years ago.
Her smile lingers
Her laughter
Alentejo wine
Not the supermarket type
With plastic top
And fake labelling.
The river of love
Runs to Brussel.
This is odd, Brussel
Is a rain heavy place
And little else.
Except
For wonderful chocolate
And tasty beer.
Categories:
brussel, absence, best friend, blessing,
Form: Carpe Diem
Ice cream used to be a special treat of mine
But veggies have replaced it, most are divine
Especially brussels sprouts
Make me stand up and shout
Veggies, yeah veggies, love em ten out of nine
Categories:
brussel, thanks,
Form: Limerick
Brussel Sprout
Are you the mouse
Always hiding in the house
Where no one ever wanted you
To even have a chew
Just as well we don’t all like
As you can go on to fight
With all your small might
To then give us a fright
To those of us that did not choose
To celebrate you
Amongst all the Xmas Poo
Now where is my Christmas Pud
Oh no I just saw where you stood
DAMO
Categories:
brussel, christmas, fun, giggle,
Form: Free verse
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with all the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Anybody wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Happy Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before next December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
Categories:
brussel, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
We should only eat six sprouts at Christmas
Deem the council who are in Leicestershire
Its no joke, it’s a serious message at Xmas
To reduce waste and not make it higher
We must cut back on crisp pigs in blankets
And should only have three stuffing balls
Also cut back on spuds and fluffy Yorkshire puds
Gee I’m going to be climbing the walls!
I love to eat sprouts at my Christmas dinner
There will be NO sprout restriction for me
I’m rebelling; you may call me a sinner
There'll be piles of sprouts when I eat tea
Yes I’m going to load up my plate
Those officials can just go to hell
I’ll eat sprout after sprout after spout
And then let out a disgusting smell
The council’s intentions are honourable
Of that there are no doubts
But Leicester County Council
Keep your mitts off my Brussel sprouts!
12/21/17
Categories:
brussel, anger, christmas, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Any Soupers wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
brussel, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
If all of you out there are good Boy Scouts
Better be sure to eat your brussel sprouts
And have hog jowls along with some grits
Even if someone said Shallotte is the pits.
In church basement, Boy Scouts are meeting;
When they began, God are always greeting
So from all of their sins, they can repent;
Why in church would a room have to rent?
Free, free, free will be the word for me
And with no one do we ever disagree;
God's love is in our life every day
But by Baptists we were blown away.
Scouts take an oath and should be saying
God always respect when we are praying
While Baptists their building like to hoard;
Keep to themselves and not share their Lord.
You must look in pine tree to find a cone
And join Baptist Church to be left alone;
While we were reading the Brunswick Beacon
People left because baptismal pool was leaking.
Categories:
brussel, humorous, boy,
Form: Couplet
fresh brussel sprouts:
sliced into eigths on the plate
sour face chewing
Categories:
brussel, food
Form: Haiku