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May 24, 2014
Our first line of defence;
so protective and bold,
and handy for cricket
if the batsman is old.
With ‘fortress like’ walls,
housing battalions of seeds,
they supply in each mouthful
most of our daily needs.
Oh, how a meal they enrich,
in one form or another.
They are packed full of iron
with no added sugar.
Big beef ones are great,
and little cherries, divine,
when just swallowed whole
or taken fresh from the vine!
This versatile staple
outsmarts all the fakes,
and sees off all the radishes
in the supremacy stakes.
So ebullient, so necessary,
so addictive and fine,
I must say that tomatoes,
are good friends of mine.
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