A couch potato is a vined tomato,

growing bigger, too heavy.

What delicious potential! 

Vegetable stew, ratatouille, 

tomato mango salsa, 

tomato tarragon soup,

in an onion omelet, tomato basil salad.

Instead, too weighted, it drops

from the vine - blop! - to the ground.

Out of view, shaded, slowly dying,

until someone's hands reach down 

to pick it up, holding it in the sun.

"Oh! What a beautiful tomato!

I'm so glad I found you.  

Now you won't go to waste."

Infinite reciped possibilities

await a fallen ripe tomato.
Infinite hobbied possibilities

await a rehabilitated couch potato.