Poem: Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb.

Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb.

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Swimming in custard

Is sticky and yellow,

Not suitable for

A fastidious fellow.

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To meet with a shark

While you’re swimming, is rare,

So you’re pretty safe

From that sort of a scare.

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There’s only one drawback

Once you’ve found a towel.

You’ll need to lay hands

On a pretty big bowl.

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