Better-Boy* was a tomato 
His head still had its stem
He was always blushing red 
When someone spoke to him 

His grandma held a record 
For having the most children
She was in the Guinness Book
And also on television

He wished he was more confident 
Like the olive oil and the rice   
But every time he tried to speak 
He’d get very tongue-tied. 

He sat among the onions 
And the garlic on the counter 
They’d peel their layers in his face 
He’d cry at each encounter 

How he wished he had some friends 
That smelled all nice and fruity 
Who wouldn’t tease him quite so much 
Making his soft insides all woozy

One day a man brought out a bowl 
Into which he placed some fruit 
Bananas, oranges and grapes 
And yippee! Better-Boy too. 

He smiled at his new friends  
Blushing even redder 
Better-Boy was finally home 
With his fruity brothers and sisters

* Better Boy: A type of a tomato, the Better Boy has been in existence for more than 50 years and is a Guinness record holder for amount of fruit produced from a single plant.