Rhubarb – A Crap Poem by Stegzy Gnomepants (poet laureate)

Rhubarb
Oh Rhubarb!
Let me hold thee by the stem
Let me experience your aroma
Let me behold your magnificence
For it is thee that tempts me
With custard
Not Mustard
But yea spices such as nutmeg
Or with cream
Long, pink, slender stems
Droopy green parasol leaf
Lightly stewed
Served with beef
Rhubarb! Oh Rhubarb!

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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