A Brussels Sprouts Celebration Poem

Sprouts Christmas is over.

Put aside your Brussels sprouts For another year. Or live rebelliously. Eat sprouts in summer Herb steamed, unashamed. Flaunt the conventions of glad tidings. Sing your sproutish comfort and joy. Create Thomas More food. A vegetable for all seasons. Die for your sprout centred religion. The spaniel of harvest festivals, The culinary Pekingese. A sprout is for life, not just Christmas.

Disclaimer: I don't like sprouts. More than that, I detest them. The smell and taste both bring me close to being physically sick. Psychologically they also remind me tonight of the smell of my grandparents' house where it seemed the Sunday roast vegetables had been boiled for eternity. I don't eat sprouts at Christmas. I don't regret a lack of spring sprouts and autumn is a time I can happily restrain myself from giving myself a big bowl of buttered sprouts as a treat. In short, I am extremely sproutphobic. The poem does not reflect the views of the writer. It's the product of confusion in a night of insomnia. Yay for questionable mental health.

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I wrote that poem a year ago and posted it elsewhere, on a blog that I'll be closing at some point. It's not the most serious poem. I'm glad to say my mental health has improved during the last year. I'd hesitate to say my writing has improved. I'm wanting to close that Wordpress blog. The block editing system they introduced last year is the most annoying editing tool ever created. It makes the simple things I want to do almost impossible. It also made moving that simple post here very frustrating. The complexity of the HTML in that system is awful. When I want to start a new line I just need a soft carriage return or a paragraph break. I don't need half a page of formatting thanks. And when I want to highlight two paragraphs I'd like to be able to do it. Truly, Wordpress introduced a system I find dire. And I have to pay money to have the site there. Blogger isn't perfect by any means but it's so much easier than the messy coding Wordpress forces upon me.