We loved handing out free poems at the Bennington Rhubarb Festival this weekend! Enjoy this rhubarb-inspired poem by Wren!
A beginner farmer woke up on a cool spring morning and walked outside to water his rhubarb. To his horror they had grown legs and were walking around. They took a few seconds to look at him and decided to attack. He tried to run, but they jumped on his back and took him down to the ground. It was rhubarbaric. – Wren