It’s red, sometimes too hard, sometimes too soft
I like it on salad, bread and ham
Sometimes they’re yellow, bright like the sun
At other times they’re red as a big, red ball or like Rudolph’s nose.
I like to cook with tomatoes perhaps a little sautéed with onions
Many people will call a loved one their little tomato, but I tend to think of it more as a food than a friend
Some people can make sauce from scratch with the tomato, but not me, I prefer to buy it in the can
Looking forward to summer when I can grow some for myself, it turns out ok, cherry or grape
Hanging from the upside downs are a beautiful sight of summer
The tomato; vegetable, loved one, a comfort, diced or sliced or fried up in a pan
The tomato; best invention of God and man!