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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