Dessert deserves to get just deserts!

Rhubarb and Custard were

the closest of friends, They’d known each other

for ever.

And every problem was

jointly shared Through laughter and

tears together.

But one day without

any warning,

Custard met somebody new. Her voice became

very creamy

As she extolled of what this

new friend could do. Apparently, Jelly

was different.

He wobbled through life with

a jiggle.

He was adventurous,

without inhibitions,

He was such fun and made

Custard giggle. Shocked to his roots, Rhubarb

couldn’t believe it.

Deserted by the dessert

he adored!

He tried to tell her that Jelly

was insubstantial, Custard retorted: ‘At least I

won’t be bored!’ Rhubarb understood

he wasn’t perfect,

He knew he could be sour

and uncool.

But Custard had ways of

sweetening him up, Rhubarb cried: ‘I feel like

a fool.’

It took time, but eventually a

chastened Custard Knocked on Rhubarb’s door

and cried:

‘Jelly has left me for

Vanilla Ice-Cream

Dear Rhubarb, please take

me back inside.’ Custard was now quite cold

and lumpy,

But Rhubarb hugged her close

with leaves intertwined. Make new friends, of course,

but be careful,

For a good friend (if sometimes sour) is hard to find!