Sprouts: A Sonnet
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
In act thy health-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why did I need you on whole wheat bread?
When you seemed freaky, I still munched away;
I might have ended up in Deutchland. Dead.
And all you did, in sooth, was taste like hay.
For I have sworn deep oaths to earthy food:
Oaths of love, truth, and nasty vegan cuisine,
Even when I didn't shave and was very rude.
I will now eat meat, of that I am keen.
And rue the day I ate rabbit food.
For I misjudged thee fair, E.coli, you:
the salad bar I vow thus to beshrew!
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