Broccoli

Broccoli is sweet
Broccoli is neat
I like to sweep it
Off its feet
If I could dance with my head
In the cloud
Broccoli would be the
One
I would
Allow
To be
My
Dance partner
As we shift
To and from
Making it snow
Below
The people would glance
Far above
And wonder who it could be
Making star angels
In the clouds