There once was a tomato in my garden,
An heirloom seedling gifted to me by the daughter of a game warden.
The seedling named Mortgage Lifter, it was said, never fails to inspire.
I waited gleefully for ripe fruit to transpire.
The day finally dawned.
A perfectly ripe, red fruit had spawned.
The tomato was plucked
Into the kitchen it was trucked
A dinner salad was implored.
Mortgage Lifter is patiently awaiting its fate on the cutting board.
A tomato knife was wielded.
A perfect red slice yielded.
The salad constructed, our forks and hearts were lifted.
Yet the mortgage was not shifted.
A gardener, floral arranger, chef, and poet!
I don’t think that Limericks count as poetry, the tomato was pretty good.
What a lovely juicy tomato. No, you csn’ t call it a limerick. It is more like an Ode to a Tomato. A limerick has 5 lines and an anapestic meter. And it has to be rude. Well they usually are. The Pianist and I make them up when we are travelling in the car. When we need to raise the tone we do haikus instead.
I considered an ode, but really sounds too classical, and really a haiku with the verb truck? a rude limerick could be developing here – I think you and the Pianist should finish it as I don’t know what the truck is anapestic, sounds like something that infests tomatoes?!
No, not a disease, an anapestic meter is poetic meter which consists of three syllables: unstressed, unstressed, stressed. You could go all Shakespearian and stick to iambic pentameter.
Oh, I just got the truck thing. Don’ t be rude.
So sorry, I thought that is what limericks were really about!!
I am rarely poetically inspired, my first ever big tomato did it! No future worries in that regard.