Oh Brussels sprouts, so green and round, On dinner plates, you're often found. Why, oh why, do you bear carbs so? In keto's light, a stealthy foe. Roasted or steamed, with flavors bold, A culinary joy to behold. Yet each bite comes with a small price, Carbs that make me think twice. Still, your taste, so rich, so deep, Makes it hard your count to keep. I savor each leaf, with slight despair, Wishing carbs weren't lurking there.

Posted by Cheryl_F at 2024-04-16 11:46:42 UTC