A Watermelon Sky
She showed me her bicycle
With considerable pride
The wheels were red
With specks of black in-between
Handle bars in bottle green
As she sped away, little did
She know the bicycle was carved
From a watermelon ripe and green!
The bicycle wheels swirling
Slicing pieces for a queen
Squish squash sweet juice flying
Painting a watermelon sky
Pink rain cooling the air
She fell to the ground
With watermelon pieces in her hair!
28.6.22
Sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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