Rotten tomato By penutbutternick

Oh, precious tomato So red tasty and round The best dessert Comes from the dirt A vine sprouting from the ground

Oh precious tomato How I weep for you today I somehow forgot The bag that I bought In my car on a day in late May

Goodbye, rotten tomato As I wash you off of the floor You could’ve been sweet But you’re stuck to the seat And smashed by my metal car door