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.


37 thoughts on “My Greens

  1. Hi Kristin
    I wonder if the veggies had legs and walked to the room?
    This poem is one of your best poems I have ever read so far.


  2. This poem is very funny. A lot of people hate eating their greens so I bet that the vegetables felt unwanted and sad and also angry – that’s why they came up to your room. It must have been scary!

  3. I basically only like broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, sweetcorn and beetroot. I really, really, really, really, really hate sprouts. i would not like it one bit if vegetables came in my bedroom. I really like your poems.
    Ashton B

    • Hi Methuli,

      I really like green vegetables. I’m glad to hear that you do too.

      I wrote the poem from the point of view of a child, as many children don’t like green vegetables.


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