Mr. Stripey, The Mexico Midget, And Tommy Toe

Totally TomatoesA tale composed of tomato varieties advertised in the “2009 Totally Tomatoes” seed catalog.

ONCE UPON A TIME, Mr. Stripey and the Mexico Midget lived in the green, Green Zebra. Oh, twas a beauty of a garden, with a Silvery Fir Tree growing right up through the center Sunray, like a Black Prince at a Nebraska Wedding. Twas a right Striped Stuffer of a place, filled with Isis Candy and Sweet Hearts. Twas perfect. Except for the Taxis. And the cussing. You see, each day Mr. Stripey and Midget gulped down a Dinner Plate heaped with Green Sausage, Cream Sausage, and a Mule Team. Plate and all. After the last Nugget, dependable as Orange Bananas, up’d come a mess of Christmas Grapes. (Which is a polite Cherokee Purple way of describing the Tri-Color Variegata.) Mr. Stripey would shout, “Bloody Butcher!” Midget would holler, “Amish Salad!” And Tommy Toe, come to see about the Mortgage Lifter, would stub his Old German Nosegay Stupice and yelp, “Banana Legs!” –THE END.

Comments

mhyles said…
fairy tale?
December 20, 2008
Rick Rockhill said…
just stopped by to wish you a Merry Christmas!

Rick
December 24, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Well, not one of your classic fairy tales. Like, not like ones that are good and stuff.

Thanks, Rick! To you, too.
December 31, 2008
Jenny said…
What the sam hill were you smoking on December 12, P.L.?

Never mind ...
January 09, 2009
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