In reply to climber34neil:
SPROUTS by Les Barker
There's a difference between a man and a woman,
All through my life I have found
There's one thing most women can't grasp...
Am I treading on dangerous ground?
On those formative first days in school
We don't need to be bullied or beaten;
A boy gets it straight in his head;
Sprouts were not meant to be eaten.
Day one: there they are on the plate;
It's trial and error; you try.
That was an error, you think to yourself,
But the bastards keep coming back; why?
Is it something a woman is taught?
Was it written by old Mrs Beaton?
On behalf of all men, whether fathers or sons,
Sprouts were not meant to be eaten.
Look; they're small and they're round;
I don't care that they're green and they're growing;
You can tell from the way that they fit in the hand
A sprout was meant for throwing.
All our lives they keep turning up
In some dish with potatoes or meat in;
But the eyes can't be fooled when the tongue knows the truth;
Sprouts were not meant to be eaten.
I know that they're sold in greengrocers';
They're in every recipe book;
Any fool with a plate knows the truth of it, mate,
But we can't get it through to the cook.
This has got to be faced
Or I'll spend all my days in repeating
The simplest of truths; you can tell by the taste;
Sprouts were not meant to be eaten.
