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Broccoli Farts

It’s throwback Sunday with a poem from 1999, Broccoli Farts. With the holiday season upon us and the dark days of depression folding in like a blanket, I thought we could all use some light humor. So, without further ado, here is a poem about broccoli farts.


Broccoli Farts



Oh, little green green


flowering up

to a grand display

of vegetable heaven.

Oh, how my


intestinal track


Little spry

trees stabbing

at my stomach

with great fury.

Your violent cousins

did warn me–

lean mean asparagus,

little bastard

brussell sprouts,

and how could my gut



About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.


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