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