1550 – Tomato Tennis

Tomato Tennis
In your face! No, seriously, you have some on your face.


Clots of ketchup all around us.
There is sauce upon the net.
Seeds and skins upon my racket.
You are juicy, red, and wet.
We have no idea who’s winning,
and the score? We only guess…
Playing tennis with tomatoes
makes a soupy, goopy mess.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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