Broccoli - I can tell from yor tan lines XxX

A strange poem another author (Helena) was meant to speak aloud as a joke! I wrote this in humanities.

Broccoli - I can tell from your tan lines!

Broccoli so sweet,      

One to meet

One to console

When my isn't whole.

Time to dine,

With you so divine.

No time to spare,

No love to compare.

No word you speak,

Will cure this leak,

Of love so pure,

Forevermore.                                                       

The End

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