NAS – why not?! And here, in all it’s glory, it is…
The Tomato Stands Alone
When all is said, when all is done,
With nightfall, at the end of the day,
The tomato stands alone.
On platform three, with case in hand,
In ancient station of worn-out stone,
Perusing the newspaper stand,
The tomato stands alone.
Alone he stands, alone he stays,
Watching the pigeons test their flying bones.
And when the taxis have gone their separate ways,
The tomato stands alone.
As midnight passes, in walks a cow,
And glares at him with a tilt of the head,
Lifts up a lazy leg and POW!
Squashes the poor tomato dead.
Happy now?