Jerry T Curtis Poet Lyric

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Spitin Seeds To my friend Art

I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician  
 who really does keep watermelons handy 
during these summer months
 to share with anyone who cares



Arthur Likes His watermelon
So, he keeps one close a hand
He gets them at the market
Sometimes a roadside stand

But no matter where he gets it
When it's time for him to feed
You can catch him out in front
on his porch, spitin' seeds

When the Sun is murder
I walk over to his place
And sure enough he's sittin'
Stuffin' melon in his face

With one hand on his melon
The other with a knife
He leans over to me
And offers me a slice

It's funny, on a hot day
Cause Arthur knows our needs
And before I can say watermelon
We're both spitin'seeds

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Jerry T Curtis July 20, 2025 at 5:02 AM Thank you Lin, Arthur and the watermelon are real and this is the season we do eat our share of melon. The only verse Art may have a problem with is " stuffing melon in his face" but it worked so well...

Lin Lane July 19, 2025 at 10:20 AM You do such remarkable transformation, turning verses into fantastic musical lyrics, Jerry. I applaud you for doing this with Eileen’s beautiful poetry.