Rind Divine
red meat that is so sweet
and yellow that's quite mellow
but before you imbibe, make sure black seeds are inside
from verdant fields to homely tables
to big juicers and smooth blenders
waste not, want not
how about a nice jolt of citrulline
a flow of rind divine to the bloodstream
a marvelous gift to man
pulling the pressure down and pushing the energy up
three or four generous pieces down the chute
now it's time to drink up
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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