A Limerick About Cauliflower

There once was a cauliflower so grand, Grown in a patch of fertile land, It was bigger than most, A real sight to boast, And caught the eye of a passing band.

First came the cow with a moo and a grin, She chomped on the florets, so soft and thin, Then along came the pig, With a snort and a jig, And ate up the stalks with a great big grin.

Next up was the horse with a neigh, She munched on the leaves, so green and high, Then the goat had her way, Devoured the stem in a day, And belched out a satisfied sigh.

The sheep came along with a baa, She nibbled on the florets without a flaw, And the chickens did peck, At the cauliflower’s neck, Till there was nothing left, not a straw.

The cauliflower, once so great and tall, Was now just a memory, nothing at all, But the animals were fed, And they all went to bed, With full bellies, content, one and all.