Shortly after 10AM, I wrote this on Twitter:
There's been a sprout in the gutter on Soho Square all week. Even rats and pigeons won't eat the things.
At 12:16PM,
klepsydra posted a
30-line poem on the subject.
Edit: So I tweeted about that, and
@Stephen_Newman offered this:
@Huskyteer Haiku? "Small boiled vegetable. Unpopular with children. Is it a sprout?" :-)