Rhubarb - Simply the Best
Having lived out in the country
when I grew up near a farm
in our large garden, we grew rhubarb
large stocks of it, big as my arm
My mother made loads of it
we called it stewed rhubarb
left it to cool before entering fridge
then have a bowl of it with custard
Since these childhood days
I've always loved it so much
but shops don't have it often
so expensive now so rarely touch
Sometimes now have it for breakfast
putting it on top of my Special K
pouring milk upon it so very lovely
it gets me started right for the day
It's a funny thing tasting rhubarb
I don't like it at all as a jam
but really love it so well stewed
just don't eat it by the kilogram!
(One of my favourite dishes is a bowl of stewed rhubarb especially at breakfast with Special K)
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