Saturday, May 10, 2008

Tomato Poem

Big and red,
Ripe and juicy.
Nice 'n' plump.
Full of seeds,
I have needs.
But I'll wait til September.

3 comments:

Margaret said...

Crisp, Green Pickles

My giant pickle was so green
I hoped it wouldn't make me mean
I bit into my crisp green pickle
For that no one would pay a nickel
It's Saturday in Otjiwarongo
But I don't think I'll play a bongo!

Chris Steele said...

Eewwww...you can have my tomatoes.

Margaret said...

Today I had meat with gravy
Thank goodness it wasn't from the navy
The veggies were on the side
Down my throat they took a ride
After lunch to Wimpy we went
For ice cream we had a certain bent