The Humble Tomato Tomatoes are so juicy It dribbles down your chin It gives you a seedy mess With a pippy saucy grin Their firm red flesh is inviting Until you try to chop They can be so obstinate And pounce on you in a hop Slicing can be dicey Unless you've sharpened knives Their skins can be resistant And fingers need nine #life's This fruit or is it veg On that we can't agree But none use it more Than those in Italy This humble fruit of vine That grows at such a speed Before time to harvest Could be mistaken for a weed Used in spaghetti Bolognese In salad or as soup The spanish has a festival It gets thrown into a group It must be puréed So that no one can get hurt They throw for just an hour Until a rocket brings alert. They can be crushed, stewed or simmered Diced, chopped, sliced, purée, But what ever way their eaten They flavour has a way To make your mouth tingle There is a real deal This humble ingredient Can transform any meal We the British We put it on every thing With sauce we love food more "Please pass the ketchup" we sing