My Greens

There’s a broccoli in my wardrobe
and a cucumber by my bed.
Something green was on my pillow
but now it’s green goo on my head.

There are lettuce leaves by my mirror,
some snow peas in my drawer,
and I think I saw a brussel sprout
lurking behind my door.

I don’t know what they’re up to
or what any of this means.
But if I want my bedroom to myself
I’d better eat my greens.

 

This poem also appears on the website Australian Children’s Poetry as a Poem of the Day.

 

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