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poe0004
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Genre
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Poetry
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Author
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Steve Farr
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Date
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6.8.2001
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Title
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Brassica'd Off
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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
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