Sprabbages

Cabbage mum grew larger,
It was that time of year
When cabbage mums got big and round,
And tiny ones appear.

Cabbage dad beamed proudly
As each green blob popped out
Then shook as a much closer look
Showed each looked like a sprout!

Cabbage mum recoiled in shock
To hear her partner shout:
“Have you strayed from the cabbage patch,
Canoodling with a sprout?”

Cross fertilised indeed, was she
And couldn’t figure out
How it was she’d ended up
With seedlings from a sprout!

For cabbages are vegetables,
They’re green and none too bright
And couldn’t ever comprehend
The gardener’s delight.

“My cross-bred seeds have finally worked!”
The happy gardener shouts:
“Now, shall I call them Sprabbages,
Or shall I call them Scrouts?”