Farewell Maters

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.

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!

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Tasty.

6 thoughts on “Farewell Maters”

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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