As I looked out the window toward the garden area
lo, this fair October morn
I thought I spied a ripe tomato just waiting to be picked.
I said, "James, you are finished with your lessons
so you may go harvest the little red tomatoes!"
He duly donned his little jacket, and
out to the garden he did go a dodging pond and stream.
He got to the garden and what did he behold?
One fully ripened fruit with a rotten spot on the end!
And so continues the sorry state of this year's garden.