A Few Words to the Newly Departed Broccoli

Farewell dear friends,
oh broccoli green,
your like I’ve never,
ever seen.

From seed no larger
than a dot,
you grew more than
I’d ever thought.

A meter high
with foot-long leaves,
greater than
I’d dared believe.

And oh! your produce
green and yummy
filled many and many
a hungry tummy. 

You kept producing
a large amount;
A broccoli machine
None could surmount.

Almost weary
so much we ate,
of that green stuff
’bout grew to hate.

And then the thing
I’d dreaded most;
On you descended
a dreaded host.

Of chewing, ravenous
chomping beetles,
It made me mad
not just a leetle.

So finally one day
I’d had enough
of seeing insects
acting tough,

and gobbling up
my lovely plants.
I waited a bit
then took my chance.

I pulled the bushes
up by the root,
after five great months
you got the boot.

It made me sad
to see you go,
but I could not
defeat the foe.

I’ll ne’er forget you,
wondrous plants,
you made me laugh,
you made me dance.

You really brought me
lots of joy;
Garden success
makes happy boy.

My one regret is
no word exockoly
Fits or rhymes that well
with broccoli.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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