November 15th, 2006

Broccoli by Lewis

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I dread dinner time when I have to eat it.

It crawls on to my plate with its evil face.

It sneers up at me with its bloodshot eyes.

It shouts at me to eat it.

It loves the fact that I’m going to be sick.

It pushes my chips and my chicken on the floor.

I feel like throwing it out of the window