O, tomato, tomato,
How lovely thou art
With thine shiny, red skin
Pulled taut to hold in the bounty within.
I love thee on toasted wheat bread
With just a smidgen of mayo...
I love thee in vinegar
With a sprinkling of oregano.
I love thee in salads,
Mingling with pasta and such....
I could eat you alone
As a single-course lunch.
I love how you change
To a dark, vibrant red
When you're made into sauce,
Just begging for bread.
Your vitamins are plenty,
Your flavor supreme....
Oh, fruit of the garden,
Summer's jewel, her queen.

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