Saturday, June 27, 2009

Summmer is here, the Barn is open

THE TRYST by John B. Tabb, (19th Century) Potato was deep in the dark underground, Tomato above in the light. The little Tomato was ruddy and round The little potato was white And redder and redder she rounded above And paler and paler he grew And neither suspected a mutual love Till they met in a Brunswick stew

1 comment:

  1. That's a cute poem! I want me some good California produce. Can't wait for the lake!


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