The joy of cabbage

I've recently commented on the resurgence of Martin Brown's Jungle Igloo and Cabbage Factory blogs.

The Cabbage Factory, whose bizarre poetic obsession with Brassica oleracea really should be picked up by a publisher or radio producer, has this week delightfully spoofed two poems from long ago school recitations: Wordsworth's Daffodils and Shelley's Ozymandias.

I now eagerly anticipate the turning of Brown's attention to The wreck of the Hesperus... or The rime of the ancient mariner ... or Xanadu ... or...