Sprouts Out!
There’s something on my plate
Something I’m supposed to eat
They’re small and green and round
And they smell like stinky feet
Grown-Ups sigh and say
“Just try one and see
You might like it, you know”
Like Brussels sprouts? Not me!
Something I’m supposed to eat
They’re small and green and round
And they smell like stinky feet
Grown-Ups sigh and say
“Just try one and see
You might like it, you know”
Like Brussels sprouts? Not me!
This poem is copyright (©) Juli Frances Taylor 2024
About the Writer
Juli Frances Taylor
Juli loves words, Greek Mythology and the Oxford comma. She writes poems and stories in rhyme for children. Juli runs active poetry sessions in libraries and primary schools in the UK - where children rhyme, run, dance, and use words for fun.
