At Fresh Market
“You two melons are crowding me in a bad way.”
“Are you kidding, Bermuda? You must be gay,
‘cause all the potato heads think we look fly!
Yeah, see them? They’re giving us melons the eye!”
“Well, you’re squeezing me in; I’m a delicate guy!”
“Good grief, Mr. Onion, you’re making us cry.
Oh, here comes a cucumber right in our space.
Bet you won’t be complaining with HIM in your face!”
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