No matter how bad my morning sickness got, there was one thing that stuck with me through thick and thin. Darling tomato, this is for you...
Dear tomato, fresh and bright,
I could eat you both day and night.
In salads, and sauces, ketchup too,
Sweet tomato, I love you.
When I can't have you, I feel so low.
My lovely tomato, where did you go?
Vegetable or fruit? Who cares in the least.
I am only happy when upon your flesh I can feast.
Dear tomato, fresh and bright,
This thing we've got just feels so right.
Sliced on toast each morning when I wake,
A party in my mouth no other can make.
Organic, or cherry. Tinned, or paste.
You are the only food that I want to taste.
At times indigested you make me feel,
But when you sit on my fork I want to squeal!
Dear tomato, fresh and bright,
You are the thing that I crave with all my might.
Awwww...sweet, sweet tomatoes. ;)
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