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Monday, October 10, 2011

Poem: Tomato Worm

Where are you, tomato worm,
stripes and spots that gnaw and squirm, 
and that one fierce horn atop,
where can you be hiding? 

Where you've been is plain to see,
naked stems with knobby knees
but you my friend are still, or gone.
I'm looking but not finding. 

Summer bore no fruit at all,
too hot, too long, but now 'tis Fall 
and yellow blossoms arch and sing,
Dame Nature still is trying.

Is that worm or curled leaf?
You are so clever, little thief.
You are there and watching me,
this is some trick of lighting.

Ah, there you are, my striped friend,
writhe and wiggle, twist and bend,
I do not fear your painted horn,
although you wrap it round me.

You'll get no wings with which to fly,
sad to say, and here is why,
before these vines are white with frost,
I wish to taste tomato.

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