Will you be my rhubarb pal?
Do you love that sharp kick,
The pinkish skin on sticks that grow
Lickety split as the sun rises in the sky?
Will you join me in a crumble, a fool,
Stewed with ginger,
Letting the taste linger a little
On the tongue?
Will you be my rhubarb pal?
This vegetable demanding to be eaten as fruit,
A jammy brute,
Needs mouths and minds to relish her bounce
So come – feast on rhubarb with me!
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