The Broccoli Debate

Shouted conversation in the pub
concerning what we eat, and whether
Mr Broccoli did in fact produce or direct
the James Bond (or was it the Godfather?)
movies led to more research.

In Lincoln they're lining up the robots
to cut off the broccolis' heads. Apparently
it's long overdue; people pick them now
and get paid. I don't know about you,
but something I like to do in this
less personal modern world is, when
buying, say, frozen peas, to imagine the
designer working on the packet, drawing it,
quite proud of the end result and how nice and
green and appetising the peas are looking
before heading home for tea.

Now when I buy broccoli in the anodyne supermarket
will I have to expand my imagination still further
and think of a robot,
then of the person in the factory
making the robot,
taking real pride in its shiny eyes,
its super cutting arms,
and its joy at picking broccoli in a sunlit field?