Broccoli for Breakfast

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From the book The Armpit of Doom

Broccoli for breakfast.
Broccoli for lunch.
Broccoli that’s tender.
Broccoli with crunch.

Broccoli for dinner.
Broccoli for snacks.
Broccoli in boxes
and baskets and sacks.

Broccoli for weeks and
for months and for years.
It’s up to my eyeballs.
It’s up to my ears!

I used to like broccoli
but now, I’m afraid,
its beauty, at best,
is beginning to fade.

It’s lacking in luster.
It’s lost all its charm.
But that’s how it goes
on a broccoli farm.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 1

Topics: Food Poems

Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Irony, Repetition


From the Book The Armpit of Doom

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