Meeting Suzette On a Watermelon Bike
She came along casually riding a watermelon bike.
I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike.
She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!”
You see I am a triplet, and this is what it is like.
I am Suzette, she said, introducing herself in a sweet way.
I wondered how she knew our names in just one day.
They had just moved here this morning from down Chester way.
I noticed that her blue eyes had a tinge of silver and gray.
Want to ride on the handle bars? She asked with a sassy smile.
I did for sure, but flatulence kept me walking on that lonely mile.
Maybe some other day, I told her with a wink and a sigh.
She never asked me again, for she was now dating Cy.
Sometimes in the night I dream of taking a ride on that bike.
I would sit on the handle bars as confident as my brother Ike.
I wake up in a cold sweat, wishing she was my intended wife.
But alas, I am just me in the morning, with a boring dull life.
Written 7-13-2022
Contest: A Watermelon Fantasy Ride to Feed My Imagination
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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