Farmer Tales II

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A Poem by Steve Thompson

She has two red tomatoes

Hiding my two favorite parts,

She calls them red lingerie,

I pray I don’t catch

Salmonella Saint Paul by thinking about her.

The FDA hasn’t approved her,

And,

I can’t emotional produce sexual discipline,

She’s just a sexy produce,

I can’t handle it,

I play hot-tomato with the idea of consuming it everyday.

I hate tending to these farm lands.

© 2008 Steve Thompson

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C. Shanahan

Steve, I have to say I am impressed. It's not often someone can take a salmonella outbreak and somehow make it sexy, BUT YOU DID. Of course, I should have known better. Anything less would be a club, not a spade. And that's how you operate, right? Guillotine efficiency.

I play hot-tomato with the idea of consuming it everyday.

ouch ouch ouch.
How am I ever going to stand next to you on a stage without looking like a fool?