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Sugared Watermelon

Bought a tiny watermelon Going to cut his top right off Then cut his round bottom So he won't topple and doff Going to gut him with a scoop Eating the guts until covered red But spit out all that black slimy poop Tonight won't be very early to bed On the remains drawing a scary face It will be so grotesque not a disgrace Sharp, razor sharp exacto knife Stab cut out those outlines all life Now his grotesque face shines So brightly that almost blinds Our Jack-o-Latern will be best beast A spooky treat a very delicious feast (Rhyme sorta)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 1/8/2010 3:09:00 PM
I enjoyed this one it was great.Thanks so much for your kind comment.Teresa
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Date: 10/27/2009 2:06:00 PM
Watermelon is eatin round here all summer long and pumpkin cooked for pies and bread trough the fall.Thanks for the read and comment.Teresa
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Date: 10/25/2009 7:36:00 AM
Sounds like a very spooky plan Sara. I would never of though of making a Jack-O-Latern out of a watermelon tho. Good ideal. Sincerely, Love, Moses
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Date: 10/25/2009 3:07:00 AM
Good morning, Sara, A watermelon instead of a pumpkin... great idea! And now there are even white pumpkins. One year, when money was tight, I couldn't afford those BIG beautiful orange ones. So, I went to a farmer's market and bought scar faced for each of my children. We didn't carve that year. Their marbled skin inspired "face paintings" and masks. It was a delightful variation... and memorable. Enjoy your jack-o-lantern. Lovingly, Dane
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Date: 10/24/2009 8:08:00 AM
You're to much Sara! Love it. I picture all those pumkins being carved out....So many different faces. Very witty. Keep them coming! Love Light Truth Patty
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Date: 10/24/2009 8:02:00 AM
Very inventive Sara. A joy to read. Love, Carol
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