Prompt 40

“Write a poem about a tomato”

Round and ever blushing
It sits there, poised and stoic
Still and never rushing
A patience near heroic.

It wears a dark green hat
Its attachment to the vine
The one on which it sat
Oh that tomato, mine.

In a salad it will go
With some lettuce and some cheese
Perhaps some avocado
Have some if you so please!

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