I don’t suppose it matters now

The why, the wherefore or the how

But I can’t help but think about

Who was the first to eat a sprout

What mechanism was in place

To introduce the sprout to face

To chew it over in the mouth

And send it on it’s journey south

What taste buds did that person lack

That kept him coming back and back

Until all of the human race

Were stuffing sprouts into their face.