Hot Tomatoes?

This little poem is linked to week 143 of Saturday Centus.   To read other offerings, just click here.

I’m an Arizona gardener

unwilling to admit defeat.

I try and grow almost everything

in spite of the searing heat.

My spinach comes pre-wilted.

My corn comes already popped.

My carrots and beans

are parboiled.  It seems

I have a talent for producing

already hot potatoes!

(and pleaseohpleaseohplease)

Let’s not talk about tomatoes!

I guess not a total waste,

to pick fresh tomatoes that are already paste!

I’m an Arizona gardener

and I might have to admit true defeat!

Which works out well ‘cuz each Saturday

there’s a farmers market

(obviously high altitude grown)

on the corner of every street.