(C) Frank Verpaelst, 2013
Have you ever heard about the mighty Broccosaurus Rex?
Her parents when they look at her, she really does perplex.
At the supper table, she’s a sweet and tender girl,
But when her favorite food appears, her claws they will unfurl.
Then her teeth begin to grow, like sharp and pointy things,
Her skin goes green and bumpy, and her back will sprout some wings.
She roars and gobbles up all those tasty green florets,
Faster than a speeding car, or those supersonic jets.
The first bowl disappears in the blinking of an eye,
And the second one as well, almost tastier than pie.
The table starts to tremble, as the Broccosaurus roars,
She loves her broccoli just as much, as those yummy s’mores.
Her parents can’t decide, how to stop this hungry beast,
They really have to do something, or try to at the least.
To slow her down her parents say, “Have some ice-cream dear!”
At last the Broccosaurus slows, and one thing now is clear.
The frosty treat intrigues her so, enough to give her pause,
As she lowers both her arms, and her nasty sharpened claws.
The ice-cream is in front of her, and now she sniffs around
The kitchen is so quiet, you can hardly hear a sound.
The Broccosaurus fades away, the girl she reappears.
Her parents are so happy that they cry some joyful tears.
She eats the treat and says, “It’s so sweet and so delicious,
For something that is bad for you, and simply un-nutritious.”
As the girl turns green again, her parents start to sigh,
The Broccosaurus Rex declares, “It’s nice for you to try.”
“Thank you for the ice-cream, but my mouth began to freeze”
“What I want and really need, is MUCH MORE BROCOLLI PLEASE!”