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Well I was feeling stir crazy and I needed to move
All juiced up you could say, with something to prove
So I strapped a helmet to my melon and headed for the door
No telling where I was heading, just feet to the floor
I hopped on my bike, closed my eyes and sped away
Letting go of all the stresses that led up to that day
To unwind I ride blind, and when I ride, I ride the rind
The watermelon kind,  in the unexplored of my mind
So uphill to the clouds I inclined launching through fluff
My tire seeds flying from speed, the skies rough
The faster I pedaled the more seeds hit the clouds
Mixing with raindrops, growing like unruly crowds
These air born watermelon vines suspended in the sky
I couldn’t explain if I tried so don’t ask me why
It began to rain, but not your regular precipitation
Green and white orbs hurdle down without hesitation
Now I’m riding back home on a falling melon mountain
Exploding everywhere like a fruity citrus fountain
Sweet pink pulp showering the earth as they land
More seeds take root now and isn’t it grand!?
There isn’t a square foot not sprawling with melon
And if loving this is bad, well, call me a felon!
An endless supply of the sweetest summer slices
Who would have ever thought, if left to my own devices
My scenic bike ride up above would leave an orchard
For the whole world! And if you think that it’s absurd 
Then YOUR bike is probably made of metal, and rubber tires
And maybe you are the one that has some crossed wires
So listen up honeydew, you may say I’m out of my gourd
But you cantaloupe being married to an idea you can’t afford
Squash the misconceptions and you just might really find
You’ll close your eyes, open your mind and love to ride the rind!


June 28, 2022
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
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