Sir Percy, as is his want, started a Tomato poem competition.
Here is an entry. There may be more...
Here is an entry. There may be more...
Joyce Kilmer addresses a tomato…
I think that I shall never eat
A poem as a lunchtime treat.
A treat on whom my mouth is prest:
The tomato’s great (though second best).
A treat that’s filled with liquid sun,
When gently bitten, warm juices run.
A treat that slakes a summer’s thirst
(If the bird’s not found it first).
Upon whose flesh some salt is spread
And eaten with some crusty bread.
Poems are made by fools like me
But tomatoes are on toast for tea.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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I think that I shall never eat
A poem as a lunchtime treat.
A treat on whom my mouth is prest:
The tomato’s great (though second best).
A treat that’s filled with liquid sun,
When gently bitten, warm juices run.
A treat that slakes a summer’s thirst
(If the bird’s not found it first).
Upon whose flesh some salt is spread
And eaten with some crusty bread.
Poems are made by fools like me
But tomatoes are on toast for tea.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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This must needs be my next repast...
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious. Artful, but really funny. Poor Joyce must be rolling in his grave. What about "hair loom" tomatoes? Weren't those what Rapunzel planted?
ReplyDeleteBrilliant poem dear J Cosmo!
ReplyDeleteI don't think Joyce would mind, after all he was referring to the beauty of trees.
I would prefer tomatoes as a lunchtime treat myself, no-one enjoys eating their words. :) xoxo ♡
Another delicious poem!
ReplyDeleteI've bought tomatoes on a truss
ReplyDeleteSince reading this
My brain insists
Toms on toast are a must