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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lois Marie Harrod

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Karl's Rhubarb—or Carping the Old Slurp

Karl was a slob but he planted rhubarb
and handed his stalks over the back fence,
Here, cook this, he said, low carb, and though

he was garbed in a stinky himmelfarb t-shirt,
he was a heart-throb among the old ladies
who longed for rhubarb pie and rhubarb tea.

What I am saying is there was something
about him that even I loved, the jam I could make,
though I knew poison in those spargelkraut leaves.

What I am saying is that I kept
my cats from perturbing his dog,
I kept my sickles from his sheaves.