Ode to rhubarb

Oh tang of tangs

Mouth puckering
Pink stemmed     

Tongue tantaliser

Whose slender naked

soury stalks

Be'nt fruit nor root

And not shoot neither.

Delectable
With duck
Or whipped
to blushing fools
A nation springly munches
Upon your petioles.

At thine sugar-soaked
Becrumbled best
and full cream
Custard drowned
There's not a tastier

Tartish treat on Earth

(Or I'd have found it. )

SHELL DARUWALA 2014

Listen to me read my ode to rhubarb:

http://soundcloud.com/rockvocals/ode-to-rhubarb

Links:

• The Guardian | How to make perfect crumble
• recipewise | Vanilla custard