My son certainly thinks so
It nearly killed my cousin brother too
Who was babysitting him at a picnic once
And had to pick out every stray strand of cabbage
Entwined with strands of the noodles
he was feeding him
Or have the toddler gag and spew
all over him
Today i found out
there are cabbages that kill
Not the whites and purples
we crunch in salads
But skunk cabbage and false hellbore
whose names help keep us away
Then again my son finds all cabbage stinky and hellish
His primal fear of cabbage makes me think
Perhaps he did get poisoned once
In a previous life
as a baby rabbit
Fed then by a clueless
but well-meaning uncle rabbit
And has came back now
avowed against all kinds of cabbage
Much to the detriment of my cousin
Who even now shudders when he sees
cabbage and my son
side by side
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