Ode to a Flying Tomato

Oh, bright red tomato
Hurtling towards my face
How you do shine
In the spotlight
Meant for me

Sent from a vicious arm
To show a discontent
In the warbling
Voice I sing to
Earn a dollar

Splattering 'gainst my face
Stopping me mid lyric
Mocking my choice
To become a
Lounge singer

Red pulp drops to the floor
A dripping, ugly mess
Not unlike my
Unrealized dream,
Shattered hopes

Oh, bright red tomato
How honestly you speak
With an aim that
Hits deadly on
Ambition

(Ian Gibson)