Index poe0004 Genre Poetry Author Steve Farr Date 6.8.2001 Title Brassica'd Off Brassica'd Off Comic Poetry Steve Farr (no-Procrustean on Yahoo) My family's big into red cabbage, Very big indeed They pickle it with aspic Serve it up with cheese They wash it and they chop it And leave it for a month Before inviting all the neighbours in To give them all a chomp Mother swears by nothing less She thinks the cabbage super For breakfast lunch and dinner And treating her verruca She applies it with a tourniquet And leaves it there a week The smell is quite appalling Though that may be just her feet Uncle Dave though went to the pub And never did comeback He said he'd had enough of veg Preserved for all to snack You'll find him in that inn today Though for his return we beg "You need protein" You'll hear him scream As he downs a pickled egg. Sister Sue Was only two When tragically she died She took a bath in vinegar Believing that was fine She'd seen the cabbage treated With such reverence you see She thought it perspicacious To be preserved eternally. The largest single producer This side of old Tralee They export it now to lands afar As both food and remedy The wonder of the decade They're all rich on the proceeds My family's big into red cabbage, Very big indeed