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Cruciferous greens just can't hide.
Broccoli's trees, they’re tough and bland,
Cauliflower's a ghostly stand.
Brussels sprouts are green and sad,
Each bite feels like a flavor fad.
Kale's like chewing on old paper,
Cabbage’s blandness, no one will savor.
Collard greens are dreary and meek,
Bok choy's flavor is far too weak.
Rutabaga and turnips fill the space,
With tastes that no one wants to face.
Radishes bite with sharp disdain,
Arugula's peppery, just plain insane.
Mustard greens and watercress are sour,
Chinese cabbage and daikon have no power.
Broccolini and broccoli rabe just flaunt,
Annoying us with their broccoli taunt.
So here’s to veggies, cruciferous and bland,
They test our patience, like a tasteless band.