Pipsy loves popsy
and diddly does, too,
but broccoli gags me.
Does it gag you, too?

It’s icky and yucky,
a green pile I see,
and Mommy keeps saying
it’s so good for me,

not s’posed to be singing,
no more making up rhyme,
pay attention to eating,
or I’ll be here a long time.

But broccoli smells
when it lays on my plate.
It’s the stinkiest stuff,
the only veggie I hate.

I guess I could scoot it,
some here and some there,
then push it some more …
ewww, it might fall on my chair,

with little green piles of it
smushed on the floor!
If they think I ate it
they might give me more!

But (sigh) feathery freckles
and little brown beavers
I just can NOT eat it
and my dog, he won’t either …

I told Mommy and Daddy
I just hate broccoli.
I’ll eat ANYthing else.
Guess what? They gave me peas!

C.J. Heck

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broccoli-children/