La Tomatina
Every year in a village in Spain
Is a festival kind of insane,
For the people are stoked
To get totally soaked
By tomatoes and none will complain.
Thousands flock to the town, well-aware
That tomatoes will fly through the air.
Though they might seem like fools,
If they follow the rules,
They’ll experience something quite rare.
To ensure the event’s a success,
The tomatoes are squashed, more or less.
Then the hurling begins
And, through red-splattered grins,
All participants romp in the mess.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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