OH WATERMELON

PERSONALLY SPEAKING Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
11/3/25

This watermelon rolled its eyes
Taking a deep breath
At the altar of his life
Please, shoppers, go for the grapes
I'm rotten and sour 
For all my life, I sat on death row
Oh, pardon me, mister
But the grapes are on sale today

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

November 8, 2025 at 7:30 AM

Dear Connie, I just loved your watermelon personification. I think you may have a winner. Autumn Blessings, Dear Connie, Daniel

Connie Pachecho

November 8, 2025 at 8:15 AM

Daniel, I'm ecstatic about receiving your praise. I see my watermelon as being incarcerated and farmed, waiting on death row, so to speak. When this watermelon went to market, he was at his altar, praying for a reprieve, seeking a pardon, and directing the patrons to look elsewhere. It's almost like this watermelon had life, which I followed the contest prompt. There were a lot of amazing poems that placed ahead of me. Thank you for leaving me a cup of tea.

Anne-Lise Andresen

November 4, 2025 at 7:18 AM

- If you're rotten and sour... I'll go for the grapes :))) - Love your humor in this poem, good luck in the contest, Connie :) - hugs

Connie Pachecho

November 4, 2025 at 10:09 AM

Anne, after I put so much life into this watermelon, I've lost my appetite for my favorite fruit, and will look at the grape selections. Thank you for the visit. (((<> <>)))