#586 – Freshly Served Tomatoes

Tennis

Pizza sauce is all around us.
There are seeds upon the net.
I have skins stuck in my racket.
You are slimy, red, and wet.
We have no idea who’s winning,
and the score? We only guess.
Playing tennis with tomatoes
makes a slippy, sloppy mess.

Author: Samuel Kent

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