a grievous error thy commissioned
tomatoes are the quintessential feminine fruit
red juicy, round, curvy, sweet
with a flavor at once the same,
yet never again always different, diffident,
asized, and blonde or red, never contrived
would pizza be pizza?
would **** ***** love,
be merely a good salad
or a poem
ever be the same?
“me love tomatoes”
— The End —