"you can't write a poem about tomatoes"
"you can't write a poem about tomatoes"
Noon I went to the house Singing in my head
I walked through kitchen
Where the tomatoes were on the table
Past the rooms were people was everywhere eating
Big round red full of juice and Their hot add spices, serve many people
Poured over the hot oven where they bake Thought of being free in your world
Your happy mood made the sunrise soon you should be a good food to cook
In are past was pick from a good plant under the bright sun outside
Where you grow and many red around tomatoes everywhere
The smell when your cut in slices when we went to the market to go out and
Pick a very good tomatoes I spotted your round bright red around
So, we choose you to be our of the family dinner for everyone in a store and
Also in the market had a good pick at the tomatoes are heaped in a fare of glossy
Red beauty ,smell of the fruit full inside market was a great pick