A recalcitrant poetry critic
who was harsh and a bit analytic
was the colour of custard
but the hot taste of mustard
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Funny one! I'm learning so many new words lately....(comments below) . I love it. Sincerely, Mary
A poem about an old fart always attracts my attention. Interesting piece you've written, Herbert!
Sounds like he was a Dawplucker with custard on his face Warm regards Allan
Herbert, when referring to old farts, you didn't mean moi, did you? How cruel.