Broccoli - Not Blueberries

Why Blueberry, I ask you now I have now come to lean to green what has been shown, I'll tell you how but no, it ain't the lowly bean. It's broccoli, her majesty a garden's pride, raison d'être so let's not have a travesty for horticulture's noble maître is what the Gods meant when they made this lovely plant all green throughout and every single grassy blade is envious, even the Kraut called cabbage by the vegetarians knows very well that broccoli turns spinsters into centenarians. Now broccoli sits high and dry it likes its soil to be sweet loam and rain is needed once a week I think that every home, sweet home even the shacks that look so bleak would be enriched by this green queen so do consider what I say Don't get me wrong, I do not mean to be conniving, even sway your culinary tastes today. But, try this, as they say, you might like it, one just never knows go to the garden at first light spray the plants with your green hose just to scare the little bugs off your prized and precious friend go inside where coffee mugs wait for you with Maxwell Blend take a bite, courageous, huge of the broccoli with glee as you chew, a small deluge of saliva will flow free grab her then and kiss her well let the broccoli disperse from experience I tell that your soul will soon immerse into loving shades of green and you will forget the berries and their purple bluish sheen all the Toms and Dicks and Harrys will testify, but if you choose I will visit you in Spring to chase away the blasted blues and then we'll do the all-green thing.