Farewell, my tasty Southern maters!
Your juiciness, I shall surely grieve.
Why must thou take thy hasty leave?
You along with your friendly taters!
.
No juice sliding down my chin’s craters.
No more wiping my face with my sleeve.
Farewell, my tasty Southern maters.
Your juiciness, I shall surely grieve.
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I fear lest you shall to my heart be traitors.
That you must go and my heart deceive.
Make me so dread the early frost heave.
I shall surely classify thee as Fall agitators.
Farewell, my tasty Southern Maters!
~
© Carol Campbell
Tasty.
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This was quite interesting. I love tomatoes (and potatoes), too! I planted them, two years in a row I have tried, and nothing, not even one tomato. If we were back home in South Carolina, I would have had tons of them. Here on the TX Gulf Coast, in a yard covered by tree canopy and three rounds of flooding, forget it. No tomatoes.
Here’s to next spring/summer and more tomatoes for you!
Have a great weekend. 🙂
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You too and thank you!
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You’re welcome and thank you, too. 🙂
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A very whimsical poem, quite nice rhyming. Brava!!
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being able to write poem daily… pure awesome!
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Yes it is awesome!
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