GREEN TOMATO POEM

Photo by Mike Elkin  

The green tomato gave a frown
and heaved a fretful sigh.
"I'm bored with hanging round this plant.
I want to dance ... to fly."

Her grumbling words were overheard
by a passing scientist,
and trying to be helpful, he
set out to grant her wish.

The little green tomato
thought the scientist was God.
So she let him pluck her from the plant
and wed her to a cod.

And now the green tomato
has a great life, thanks to him.
She may not dance; she may not fly,
but blimey, can she swim!

Anonymous

Don't know what the moral of this story is.

I guess nothing is impossible. My thanks to Jim

for getting the green tomato graphic and of

course Mike for the photo.

Keep looking up.

Betty