Tomat-oooo

Tomato is a lowly sort,

It’s used for things from food to sports,

And though it’s fruit so edible,

It poses as a vegetable.

And think of all that we would miss,

If this fruit did not exist…

Tomato soups to start us out,

Delicious when it’s cold, no doubt,

And Caesars are a lovely drink,

With salty rim and booze (wink, wink!)

And then we have our sauces, yum,

A million types to please our tum,

We’ve salads, infinite indeed,

And all delicious, we’re agreed,

There’s sandwiches and sweet stuff, too,

There’s nothing that this fruit can’t do,

But when it’s all been said and done,

There’s one more thing that would be fun,

The Tomatina in Buñol, Spain,

I’d love to do it, sun or rain,

Though sometimes banned, it’s still alive,

And going strong since ’45.

Yes, I think it would be a hoot,

To pelt my neighbours with ripe fruit!

And best of all, and what’s most blessed?

Someone else cleans up the mess!

So, as I said, from food to sports,

Tomatoes are a wondrous sort,

And think of all that we would miss 

If this fruit did not exist…

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, me

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you’ve read what we have wrought...

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, because I’m out in it,

We’ll talk of NATURE just a bit!