Ode to a Brussel Sprout
Oh, little orb of tight green leaves,
a jewel of Yuletide fare,
we skin you and your globe we cleave,
enthralled that you’re not square.
You bounce and bleed your pungency
within the boiling pot;
though many blanch along with you,
you’re in my veg hotspot.
a jewel of Yuletide fare,
we skin you and your globe we cleave,
enthralled that you’re not square.
You bounce and bleed your pungency
within the boiling pot;
though many blanch along with you,
you’re in my veg hotspot.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Laycock 2024
About the Writer
Helen Laycock
Poet and storyteller, Helen Laycock also writes fiction and poetry for 8–12-year-olds (information on her website). Formerly a primary school teacher, she has been employed as a creator of fiction and non-fiction text for SATs reading and comprehension revision and has been involved in judging and presenting children’s writing prizes locally. Her children’s poetry has appeared in The Caterpillar and has won and been shortlisted in several writing competitions.
