rhyme (Remove filter)
Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb [song version]
Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb
When I was very young it wasn’t very hard
You could find rhubarb in every back yard
A ruby red treasure growing from the ground
Worth its weight in gold and so easily found
Your mother would cook it and put it in a pie
But its very best use – and I tell no lie –
Was to dig it up and treat it like grapes upon the vine
By turning it by magic int...
Monday 11th November 2024 11:36 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
27 minutes ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
4 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
5 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
7 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
7 hours ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
7 hours ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
8 hours ago
Tim Daly on Prayer for the Little Ones
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Prayer for the Little Ones
8 hours ago