Victor passionately loves to garden
His pride and joy are his tomatoes
Though, with the local harvest fair he's never wanted to bargain
Yet, his tomatoes would give anyone a run; if he so chose
One by one, he picks the elitist as he stoops
His wife just adores his green thumb
He handpicks the best to make an awesome soup
And leaves the rest for anyone else who wants them
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Rebb, your poem reminds me of my best friend and his wife who love growing tomatoes in their garden. They too share them with friends and family. I can already taste those bacon and tomato sandwiches!