The poet actually loves this vegetable ~ but, when writing a silly Christmas series, who can resist a word like “broccoli”?

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Recorded Reading (1:27): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/p8wakpuju42dsu8a57o2h/O-Broccoli.m4a?rlkey=k6ulhg3vhrc7v60fcuencpoq2&dl=0

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O Broccoli

Though, broccoli, O broccoli,
Your gay green dress deli-ights me —
You take up too much room to store
You make me burp, and furthermore
O broccoli, though, broccoli
I can’t abide the taste of thee!

O broccoli, so, broccoli
You disturb my serenity
When of the cleaning I must think
Of green specks you’ll leave in the sink,
I’ll practicing my diet be
This day less conscientiously!

“No broccoli, no broccoli”
Is what this girl will saying be,
When doubtless some well-meaning ass
Attempts to me your platter pass,
So that I may remain far from
The household vo-mitorium

O broccoli, o broccoli
It’s Christmas ~ stay awaaay from me!

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

Donors may visit http://www.UgiftABLE.com , using code #72D-31S. It does take several days for the poet to be notified of your patronage.

Thank you for reading, and may your holidays be happy ones.

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