What the rhubarb said
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What the rhubarb said
Love is like a pineapple; it eats you back.
Never overfill your rucksack.
You are prone to both accidents and wanderings.
Lucky number? Always 5.
Avoid calling back home on Thursdays.
Exfoliate. Season everything with lemons.
Have a river picnic; bake pies.
Do not seek the truth, do not seek the lies.
This was great — enjoyed the read! 🙂✌🏼
Thank you very much, Rob, hope you have a lovely day! 🙂
Amazing juxtaposition of images. Loved it.
Thank you very much for reading! ❤
“Love is like a pineapple; it eats you back.”
I felt that. Thanks.
I felt it too.
Always a delight to hear from you, Peter, thank you! ❤
Swinging oracle of lemons, rivers & pies. I have what the rhubarb suggests.
I am, often times, much like we all are I think, at least in some bits, shaped in the ways of the scenery.
Thank you very much for reading ❤
Nice work. Great conclusion.
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed reading! 🙂
I especially love the last line. Thought-provoking.
Thank you, glad you enjoyed reading! 🙂
Sounds about right! Props for the green font paired with that pic! 😍
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it! 🙂 I really love the colours as well
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Indeed.. but when December comes we tend to forget the voice of the Rhubarb
It is still a faint and warm whisper under the snow 🙂
Pithy truth in each line! Love it. ❤️
Thank you very much for reading, glad you enjoyed it! ❤
Awesome poem! Very clever- thank you!
Thank you very much for reading and leaving me a word of your own; hope you have a blissful holiday season!