Yucky  Broccoli
I don’t like broccoli… Not one bit,
It’s green and yucky, and tastes like a bad word.
Mom says it’s good, and daddy does too.
But I think it tastes like yucky poo!
Why must I eat that tiny tree?
It’s not fair, can’t you see?
I’d rather munch on candy sweet,
Or even kiss my grannies feet.
Broccoli sits there, it won’t budge,
So I pretend it’s chocolate fudge.
I want to scream and kick and fight,
But I hold my nose and take a big bite.
I scarf it down real quick and fast,
That yucky stuff is gone at last!
Mommy and daddy are full of glee…
But I still hate you, broccoli!
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