I do not like Brussel sprouts

No no, not at all

One there sitting on my plate

Was it ready for a brawl?

My plan of thoughtful attack

Let it go straight down my snout

Swallow that green ball whole

Yes, Ive worked it out 

But Alas, this did not occur

putting me in quite a state

Coughing hard it flew right out

Landing on my sisters plate

My sister she was horrified

Mum was raving mad

I sat and widely grinned

Announcing “ Sorry, Mum my bad!” 

Not one has passed my lips since then

Those green and slimy sprouts

From that day until presently 

Im happy to do without