June 26, 2011
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The Milkman’s Son
By Tracy C. Baker
Bleck! #148
The Lonely, Lowly Brussels Sprout
You know, if you keep your nose to the ground like our Buffy, you see some pretty strange things sometimes…
One early morning the Buff and I were out for our start-of-the-day jaunt. Buffy was snuffling along when she suddenly stopped. I looked down to see her slowly back away and thought she found a bug, or lizard or something.
All of those are fuzzy little bunnies compared with what I saw instead… a lone Brussels sprout lay on the walk, its gray-green leaves sneering back at me.
I would have stomped that Satan of the vegetable family, but didn’t want to get any on my shoes! We walked quickly away from that evil brassica, nearly running, homeward bound.
As I sat in the relative safety of my car on the way to work, I began to compose an ode to that…that…thing!
Mind if I share?
Oh, lonely, lowly Brussels sprout
Oh, how you made me grimace and pout
When on my plate my Mom would serve
A generous handful, of all the nerve!
You stink worse boiling in the pot
Your taste is like a sour skunk
You are not even good for garden gunk
And so, oh lowly Brussels sprout
Nutritionists may proudly spout
Of your getting cholesterol out
But, oh, how I HATE you!
Fini
Tracy
Copyright 2011 The Milkman's Son and Tracy Baker
