I love them dearly, the juice is the best,
I’ve been addicted to them I swear I’m obsessed.
They melt in my mouth, they crunch between my teeth,
I love the little jelly bit and pips underneath.
I love the vibrant color, the way they stare at me,
I always look for the hard ones very closely.
I could cook with them for hours and eat them rare,
I will treat them with respect and tender loving care.
People can’t decide whether they are veggie or fruit,
but who cares for when I eat them it’s not a dispute.
Forever will I love them; they are sublime,
I am addicted to Tomatoes, and will for some time.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
I love them dearly, the juice is the best,
I’ve been addicted to them I swear I’m obsessed.
They melt in my mouth, they crunch between my teeth,
I love the little jelly bit and pips underneath.
I love the vibrant color, the way they stare at me,
I always look for the hard ones very closely.
I could cook with them for hours and eat them rare,
I will treat them with respect and tender loving care.
People can’t decide whether they are veggie or fruit,
but who cares for when I eat them it’s not a dispute.
Forever will I love them; they are sublime,
I am addicted to Tomatoes, and will for some time.
© Danielle Hughes
July.2010
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