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!