Watermelon

Red Watermelon...
You are the type.
To please me with want,
So sweet and so ripe.

Grown in the sun,
You are juice to my chin.
And my stomach is ready,
To have you come in.

You are so heavy laden,
And your growth is a prize.
From a wee, little flower,
You have grown to your size.

O...I am so hungry,
And right now...you'll do.
With your lush inner texture,
And your elegant red hue.

Watermelon...Watermelon,
I'll be pleased with a slice.
But if you strike my fancy,
I may have you twice.


E.P. 1908 - 1989