Tomato Warning!
Grandpa grows tomatoes.
We pick them by the bunch.
I like cold sliced tomatoes
On my sandwiches at lunch.
But Grandma is afraid of them.
I know that to be true.
Every time it rains real hard
She tells us what to do.
When the wind begins to blow
And thunder starts its drumming,
Grandma yells, “We better hide,
Tomatoes may be coming!”
©Charles Ghigna
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