I had a dream the other night
I never would have thought
I would dream about tomatoes
That was a bit of a shock.
Rows and rows upon tall vines
Like a million round balls of red
The thought of biting into one
Made me toss and turn in my bed.
Finally I plucked one off the vine
It went right to my teeth
Juice dripped down my chin
It continued to drip beneath.
I awoke so very hungry for
The sight of wonderful rows
Of delicious and scrumptious
Juicy sweet tomatoes!
so beautiful rows even me like to sink my teeth on one of them ..uhmmmmmmm
Oh yes! I must plant some in the spring. You have made me dream for them too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem made me rework my approach towards tomatoes. I didn't know they could be so charming and tantalizing. Thanks, Marylin.