Mussels or Brussels?

Since I was a little boy

My mother urged me, for the best:

"Eat you greens, they're good for you 

They will put hairs upon your chest!"

So, when winter came along

And that season came around,

Brussel sprouts were in the shops

And on my plate they were found.

Reluctantly I at one, or two

With pepper to take the taste away.

I gulped them down with gravy

And hoped the taste wouldn't stay.

Many years later, and that memory

Still lingers in my mind,

But, of brussel sprouts virtues?

Perhaps I must be blind.

Now, as for a bowl of mussels

Marinating in white wine

I can enjoy them any day

Their taste is so divine.

In a fine restaurant

In Cornwall or Jersey maybe

You will find me devouring

This delicious delicacy.

Mussels or brussel sprouts?

There really is no choice 

The sight of a bowl mussels

Makes my heart rejoice!

Perhaps I ought to have listened

To my mother who knew the best

But, there's just one problem -

I still don't have hair on my chest!