Only the plumpest will do for this job
Firm yet yielding to a pinch just soft
Enough with promise of juice inside
Use a pan with enough water to drown
Every trace of red voluptuousness
Boil until passionately mushed up
Add just a trickle of lemon for tartness
Ladle into hot glass jars sterilized well
And seal with the dream of it soon
Reaching his heart through his lips
