Maybe a month of September
I don’t really remember
Went to North-east town of Shepparton
From the awesome Melbourne
To pick the tomatoes
In need of some dollar
Since life there is a rollercoaster
A giant Turkish slugger
Used to pickup us as a huge honker
Playing the 90’s song;
“Money for nothing, chicks for free”
But he sings- sex for free
His Indonesian girlfriend smiles
As if that was a remark so sultry
Tomatoes cost Rs 180 a kg in Pokhara
In the wasteland fields
To the far end,
All we can see is flak of tomato gilds
Thud, thud, thud!
The sound distant heard
Of the pickers picking and
Tossing, again picking and tossing
The tak tomatoes
As Indonesians called for the green-ones
Into the shallow bins
Thud! Thud!! Thud!!!
The sound that hounds
Your top hood
Early in the mood
To pick those tomatoes!
Unripen first
Because ripen they thrust
Pick them up!
Pick them up!!
Till you fill the bin’s top
And when you gonna filler
The square mocha container
You would break your spinal tip
Not only the poors
But also the richs
Hand in hand picking
Those grassy-green tomatoes
In cars arrived the beautiful English women
And also the Spanish heramosa senora
The Turkish slugger mocked:
The savvy Spanish senora
“ your own tomatoes are red!”
That’s what is his trait tread
And thus! I picked tak tomatoes
Enjoying fixed moments of
Lifetime experience!
As they say;
If nothing ventured,
Then nothing gained!
