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.

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