Tomatoes, what are they for?
Their red and raw
Oh what a bore
Though their one of my five a day
Oh gosh I wish they'd roll away
Their gooey and yucky
And extremely mucky
I really can't think of anything nice to say
Their always around
And salad bound
With cheese and pickle
Or alone and fickle
A sandwich spiller
And not a filler
Just giving me four a day
Would be OKAY
