The Brotherhood of Cabbages.


This poem is not a poem.
It’s a message sent in code
to a Brotherhood of Cabbages
that live just down the road.

The phrase “Great Holy Cabbage”
is their signal to advance
into the nearest cabbage patch
to dance their sacred dance.

So if you see some cabbages
in rapturous states of bliss,
dancing for the Cabbage God -
you’ll know that they’ve read this.