Bride of Broccoli

Cauliflower had low self esteem but broccoli fell in love.

There are florets in her hair
And her arms are smooth as stalks.
She has an emerald complexion
And she crunches when she talks.

I didn’t like her much at first-
My hair is white and clumpy
My stalks as light as butter
My appearance a bit dumpy

I thought she was too good for me
And I stayed all by myself
Till broccoli went and checked me out
There on the freezer shelf.

She said, cauliflower, you’re one hell of a flower
To have such durable petals;
Goodness, your stalk looks so buff
You must’ve won Olympic medals.

And I realized I didn’t like broccoli
Just cause I didn’t like me.
I was jealous of her everyday brightness
And personality.

I pretended to be confident
And proudly accepted her compliment
We’re getting married third Sunday of June,
And I’ll be the bride of broccoli soon.

Before you say - we’re two female stalks,
Yes, I can be the bride of a bride.
Our plans for after the wedding
Are going to vegetable Pride.

Written for a daily contest, The Writer’s Cramp, for a prompt to write about someone learning to like broccoli.

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