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Tamatahs

By: - Aug 24, 2019

Tamatahs

Narrow windah for em
Ripe on the vine
Oh so fine
Come late in summah
Too much rain this year
Then wicked heat
Near to mid August
Them wintah tamatahs
Ain’t the real thing
Just red what’s all
No taste worth eatin
Used to grow em
Now no more
Lots of reasons why
Ain’t got no dirt
Ustah though
Farm stands want
$2.99 a pound
That gets yah
Coupleah bigguns
More for tasty heirlooms
Them cost a fortune
We used to grow’em
Cruising by Racine’s
Eight bucks a bucket
Lasts two weeks
Sold as seconds
Good for sauce
Whipped up gazpacho
What being busted up
Havin better luck
Lastin couplah weeks
Nice and sliced
Thick and juicy
Explosions of flavah
Platters every night
Fresh crisp cukes
Too much zucchini
Big as baseball bats
Now and then con
Couple ears each
Oh so sweet
Tapers off too soon
Late September or so
Frost on pumpkin
Tween now and then
Time to make sauce
For over pasta
In dead of wintah
Smiles of a summah day