The Tomato Tornado September 29 2015, 0 Comments
A tomato tornado’s the messiest kind.
It bends and it winds and it doubles in size,
As it rips the tomatoes straight off the vines,
Up through the air and into the sky.
You’ll search for cover, you’ll run and you’ll hide,
As it spits out tomatoes ten at a time.
They’ll splash on your face,
You’ll get seeds in your eyes,
But don’t fight back,
Trust me I’ve tried.
The tomato tornado will suck you inside.
It’s the stickiest, yuckiest, slimiest ride.
Tomatoes come flying from every side,
And that’s why there’s no doubt in my mind
The tomato tornado’s the messiest kind.