Said Babby Bear to the Tomato..

I've been challenged to write a poem,
a silly little poem about you.
But writing about tomatoes
is something very hard to do.

You see, my dear old picnic,
you're one of my best friends.
Baby poets and babby bears...
we're screwed up beyond no end.

You make me laugh, dear poet;
you're one tomato and a pea.
Gawd, this poem makes you sound so stupid..
kinda stupid, just like me!

Seems like there's a lot of nights,
when I just need a hug.
My dear, you are my happy pill;
my favorite kind of drug.

I'm kind of writing this in circles,
not really how I feel.
Good thing you're not a pediphile,
or at least I hope that you are real.

I think this poem may have died...
we kickEd it one too many times.
Poor baby poem, don't you see...
you should have listened when it cried!!

Jesse, my point to this dumb poem
is you really are the best.
Thanks for standing up with me,
and being a safe place for me to rest.