The Sweetest Melon
At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.
No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.
They weren’t watermelons, so
I asked what they were named.
The fruit man and his partner spoke
(Not English) and exclaimed:
“They’re called the sweetest melons.
You should try them – 2 for 5.”
I bought one (for 3 bucks) in hopes
That fruit men don’t connive.
I found it very strange, though,
That the produce in the cart
Goes by names the fruit men cannot
To their customers impart.
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