April 21, 2014

  • Tomatoes

    The squad hunkered down
    They were completely surrounded
    The enemy was closing in

    Trapped

    Around them only an open field
    Yet they remained hidden
    lying low and out of view

    Carelessly

    The enemy approached
    Unaware of the trap
    A few more meters

    Surprise

    The squad leapt to its feet
    And let the tomatoes fly
    A hail of fruiting vegetables

    Splat

    She took one smack dab center
    on her new clean white blouse
    The screaming girls fled

    War

    Even in children's games
    there are always casualties
    "I'm telling mom!"

    Drat

Comments (8)

  • better the tomatoes than dirt clods...you really get in trouble for throwing dirt clods!

  • Ha! What fun! :-D As a tomboy, I wouldn't been throwing, too. And whatever we were doing, our older sisters were usually the ones to tell Mom and spoil the fun!
    HUGS!!! :-D

  • At time I feel an epic inspiration in your poem John.
    Are tomatoes a secret arm ? ! :) :-)
    In friendship
    Michel

  • Oh! Oh! Standing in the corner time, lol!!

    Kind of takes me back to the gold old days...We sure had fun, lol!!

  • I would have been there in with the boys.

  • lol As a little boy, I hated mom's punishment.

  • I had to chuckle at this one. I don't recall throwing tomatoes or having them thrown at me but I do remember running for the bathroom and locking myself in to escape an oncoming mad brother. :D

  • Boys. No doubt they/you had gathered all the rotten ones too! I'm betting whatever punishment was received it was nothing compared to the pay back from the sister... hehe!

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