Miss Tomato

Miss Tomato walks down the street
Her artichoke heart skips a beat.
She wears a gown of ruby red
Slices of onions on her head.
Cucumber shoes adorn her feet
Cheers and whistles heard on the street.
The winner! She holds celery blooms and a
crown of lettuce on her head
A chorus of "There she is" is said.
Tears of vinaigrette floods her eyes
Tears of joy what a sweet surprise.

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