by ppviking1faversham, Kent, England, UK
Sep 2013 216 Views 0 comments
Rhubarb runs
Rhubarb runs through the grass so green. Trying hard not to be seen. if they catch you they'll put you in a pot, pour on water and make you hot, then put you in the oven until you fry and when you come out you'll be a Rhubarb Pie. So take heed my little Rhubarb friend, you had better run on by, for i myself am out today, to make a Rhubarb Pie!
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Posted: Sep 2013
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I wrote this poem when i was 13 yrs old. i am now 60yrs old and this is the first time it has ever been written down. i have kept this poem inside my head all these years.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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