Ride the Rind

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