Tomatoes

But why I ask? Why are they so round?
Where can I find one? Look! On the ground!
I pick you up but do I dare regret?
Of course not, you are a tomato, not a threat,
But you are very tasty and tempting, they want you,
They shall kill me to reach you, what must I do??
I must run my dear, run and don’t look back,
Avoid destruction from this massive attack,
But no a rock is ahead!
If I trip on thee, I AM DEAD!!!
But nooooo! I’m sooo sorry tomato that I’ve fallen,
Help me up, lets keep on running,
Don’t let me fall out of loooooooondon,
That was very very random,
Oh god this poem will turn out like all the other crap ones,
I just want to write and have loads of fun!
Wait… I dropped my tomato, it’s down the drain,
I CAN’T BEAR THE PAIN!!!!
Oh well, I see a cabage on the ground…
It looks so round,
If I pick you up will I regret etc etc etc…. dots….. dots….. *artistic nonsense*

By Nick Field

P.s. Tom, why did you eat the toes??