Friday
Brussel Sprouts by Sarah
They are green and mushy.
And make me feel sick,
They are the veg,
I would never pick.
When they are sitting on my plate,
I throw them and turn up my nose,
They are green and mushy I shout out loud,
They make me feel sick I'm not eating those.
Listen to my poem
And make me feel sick,
They are the veg,
I would never pick.
When they are sitting on my plate,
I throw them and turn up my nose,
They are green and mushy I shout out loud,
They make me feel sick I'm not eating those.
Listen to my poem
