Footling

Some days are made to walk in puddles,
poke your nose in unknown places,
write a rhyme, inter your troubles,
play in your internal spaces,

Fiddle, footle, frolic, muddle,
scan the maps on peoples faces,

Some days are meant for work or schooling,
others are for different graces.
-G. Lally.

'Maters'

I have one tomato, "it's a female one", I thought,
but I'm an urban feller, and have never been taught,

(I never went to a grange or to any 4-H's,
never raised chickens, grew corn, or picked Payches*)

but I'd heard a y ...err... 'Local' with a tomato in hand
utter something like "mate her" to an overalled man,

who smiled and nodded, like an approving old elf",
"So THAT'S how they get 'em!" I said to myself,

But how to distinguish between the two sexes?
chromosomally speaking, mine must have two XX's,

I look for a male one, I try and I try,
but I just can't discern, which one has a Y!

I suppose to 4-H ers, there's just nothing to it,
but I can't imagine how these round fruit... err... "Do it".

Wait! I've got it! -a radical plan!
tonight I'll stowaway in the local fruit stand!

sooner or later, I'll see just what they're doin'...
If I can stay awake all night, I'll see lovesick 'maters wooin'!
-by George Lally
(Candidate for the title of 'Official Poetaster'*** of the Tomato Festival)



*that's called: "POETIC LICENSE", in case you hadn't heard,
it means I can fiddle with or mispronounce my words!
So 'peaches' can be 'payches'. Just drop your interrogatives!
I will not be denied my poetaster prerogatives!


**po·et·as·ter [poh-it-as-ter] noun.
'an inferior poet; a writer of indifferent verse.'
Origin:
1590–1600; < Medieval Latin or Neo-Latin; see poet, -aster1