Roid-mato

Look at the size of this tomato!

I got it yesterday at the CSA (there's your assonance).  Whatever farm that supplies them is supposedly organic, but this is a juicehead gorilla tomato if I've ever seen one. To give you some perspective of scale, here it is beside your normal Trader Joe's variety:

I actually think it's closer in size to this watermelon:

This called for a line-up reminiscent of the scale of planets in our solar system:

And then I got carried away:

I included Pluto as a planet even though I know it's been downgraded because the strawberry was so cute next to the tomato.  And isn't the plum Earth pretty?  Hey, look at all that consonance.  Consonance and assonance in one post?  That's a lot for a Friday.  Therefore, no rhyming for you.  Much like the planets revolve around the sun, many things in my life revolve around food and bugs, and with this ham-fisted segue, I leave you with this old poem I wrote:

A Morning Miracle

I happened to see Jesus one day in a line of ants.
Around my bathroom sink
they walked the curved
and narrow, careful
to avoid the temptation
of going for a swim for a bit
of sticky toothpaste.
It wouldn't fit God's will to get
out of order for pure greed,
and gluttony is a deadly sin.
So they plodded across
the great white virginal countertop,
I suspect on their way to turn a cracker crumb
into loaves of bread for thousands.