There’s a monster in my broccoli-
you can’t see it because it’s green.
But its eyes are scary sparkly,
like a rabid wolverine.
So I cannot eat my broccoli-
it’s plain for me to see.
For if I tried, unfortunately-
the broccoli would eat me.
Poetry For Children
There’s a monster in my broccoli-
you can’t see it because it’s green.
But its eyes are scary sparkly,
like a rabid wolverine.
So I cannot eat my broccoli-
it’s plain for me to see.
For if I tried, unfortunately-
the broccoli would eat me.