Tom Tomato

What ponderous rouge of Titian red, Creations juiciest from an earthen bed. From royal king to drunken red head, The one fruit you truly never could shred. Piquant and sour the need of the hour, Without your ketchup? left partly fed. Sometimes, well blanched and made into puree, Enjoyed by both, the judge and the jury. Stuffed with mincemeat or well mashed potato, A good thick soup laced with ajinomoto. The seeds could leave you petrified, Some kidney stones well calcified. With all his tangy and acrid ways, Still finding his way onto salad trays - Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)