Potato was deep in the dark under ground, Tomato, above in the light. The little Tomato was ruddy and round, The little Potato was white. And redder and redder she rounded above, And paler and paler he grew, And neither suspected a mutual love Till they met in a Brunswick stew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HELIADES: ZEUS, BRAZEN THUNDER-HURLER by AESCHYLUS THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE TIRESOME SPRING by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |