A Ballad for Mr. Tomato
Mr. Tomato,
Oh, how you died,
Your death was unjust,
For someone murdered you.
You where red with life,
Then Chris came and ate you.
They may forget you Mr. Tomato,
But I never will.
At night I will remember,
What our life was like,
When you were our friend,
Mr. Tomato.
what can I say I'm a little weird when I'm on coffee .
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