A Cauliflower, round of head
was resting in his flowerbed.
Admired for his awesome size,
it was not known if he was wise.
A Parsnip challenged him this way:
'Good Morning Baldytop, I say
how big you reckon you will grow
I truly wonder and must know.'
Sir Cauliflower, not amused
to be so shamelessly abused
replied: 'Of all the garden's plants
you are the one who moans and rants,
I think that I may well be King
and you mean nothing, not a thing!
I can be eaten with a dip
you must await the time they snip
your trunk, your juices are too sour
while folks enjoy me a s a flower.'
Herbert Nehrlich 2
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-yabbers/
