My Ode

How pert and ripe and red thou truly art -
To think I ravished once thy counterpart!
Which limp, bedraggled, faintly blushed
As new-made bride brought home from super-mart!

But Thee! Thy passion unrestain'd red
Drives thy diffident rival from my head!
Yours is maturity of taste refined
Compared to school-girl: mild and under-read.

Ne'er more mine eye shall take delight in form
So falsly plumped and waxed (but travel-worn).
Thy true beauty shall delight my senses:
Be but my tomato and I'll be newly-born.