With A Jar Of Tomatoes (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

It had been reported that a lady
knocked a Russian drone down to the ground
and she was scared of having it around
when she did it see at the balcony.

It felt threatening, if it could fire at me,
from the shelf a jar of tomatoes I found,
and I whirled it and heard a cracking sound,
time moved slowly as if in eternity.

It was tomatoes not cucumbers she insist.
It's a pity. With food it would be great.
Down to it my husband and I went out;
about electronics I do not have a gist,
while stamping on it we did both elate,
there was not another small drone about.