Killer Tomatoes

For Vienna, by request. Something has gone terribly wrong in my garden today, My tomatoes are all growling at me with big teeth on display. And when I investigated I got a big surprise, ‘Cause they were staring back at me with big round bulging eyes. Then they started to come after me trying to get a taste, So I had to move a little faster as I was picking up the paste. I became quite concerned as I thought about my loss, Afraid that I would be the one who ended up in the sauce. I started to pull away from them in this deadly match up, But only for a little while since they could easily catsup. Then they crashed right through my door like it was made of balsa, I backed them out with a carving knife and the threat of making salsa. This is not what I had in mind when I planted a tomato vine, It’s not right that my garden should pick on me to dine. I don’t think that I’m out of line and my complaint is perfectly valid After all no one should have to worry about being eaten by their salad. Next year I think that I won’t waste my time planting killer tomatoes, Instead I think I’ll use the space for a run of peaceful red potatoes.