Ode To a Tomato Plump, soft and mellow, the Queen of the Red Castle? Nay, just a vine divine A scrumptious wonder whose bounty is every Connoisseur's dream. Covet her gently, but do not squeeze. Feel her tenderness, but carefully caress. Gaze at her design, perfection of shape sublime. Armor of red crowned by leaves of green. Stem of Stature standing straight and strong. All in perfect contrast to a richness of red resulting Hot is the color, but not the taste. Ripeness is a term this Queen defined. Uh Oh...careful not to tear, for therefrom gushes a River of juice uncompared. Be prepared. Like a weakness breached. A birth bursting of flavor and fluid. Napkins are but a feeble barricade against its eminent stream. There is no similitude, no peer, no plump contender nor one more Slender. God gave roses aroma, but this red's the best Jus plant the seed, she'll do the rest In tastebud heaven we are ever blessed Long Live the Queen!